#i have some plans im just busy with moving and new job

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

status of babbit's life yeehaw

tl,dr: busy moving and a couple of other big life things that just complicate things, but well on the way to being back to normal! new fic chapters and better quality art coming soon.

tl,wr (too long, will read):

Helloooo what's up its me, Babbit. or Rabbit. or Bones. or Idiot Moron Menace Child, idk im not picky lol

i know a lot of you guys have been wondering wtf is up with my upload schedule lately and the extreme lack of even basic content and also i am extremely aware that i have not updated my fics in a few millennia and for that i am very, very sorry. this post is to answer a few questions you might have, if anyone was curious about the 'reason' instead of just the 'when.'

my family and i have had a hell of a year, y'all. like, jesus christ, i really hope things level out and calm down for a while once we're moved in to our new apartment bc god damn we are so tired. the list goes: 1. we got kicked out of the house we were renting-to-own bc we wouldn't be able to afford the new rate, so they gave us two months to find a new place to live (not long enough, it turns out) and then foreclosed to get us out. 75% of our belongings were still in the house when we had to leave. that includes all of our christmas ornaments- including the ones kept for decades, and the ones made by me and my siblings, and the fancy ones made from blown glass. 2. the first night out of the house, one of our dogs, freaked out by the strangeness of the situation, panicked and slipped her harness and ran off. that was over a year ago. we haven't seen her since. 3. my cat got very ill and became unable to eat. she passed away almost exactly a year ago. she had been 14-15, and had been my baby since i was maybe 8. 4. one of the tires on my dads car blew out. during the night, while it was parked on the curb so he could put the spare on in the morning, one of the in-tact tires was fucking stolen LMAO 5. we applied to rent at so many places and got rejected so, so many times. it costs money to apply, btw. we're talking like $200+. no, u don't get that money back. 6. i lost my job bc knowing i would have to work 8 hours at a job that stresses me out to the point of exhaustion (at a place where no one takes me seriously and would actively laugh at me when i try to express my need to step away for a minute) sometimes paralyzed me and made me sick to my stomach and made me feel unable to leave the house, and i called out one too many times. a day after my birthday, too! 7. just recently, like within the last week, my dad's car got fuckin totalled!!!!!

THE GOOD NEWS IS WE OFFICIALLY, FINALLY, AFTER A SOLID YEAR, HAVE AN APARTMENT!!!!! I'LL HAVE MY OWN ROOM AGAIN!!! THERE'S AN ENTIRE KITCHEN!!!!!!!

the 'oh god' news is we still have to move in, and replace a lot of the stuff that we just couldn't take with us when we moved out (mostly stuff like bookshelves, dining table, dressers, etc) AND get the few things we could cram into a storage center out and moved into the new place, which isn't a lot but at the same time is more than we can realistically handle on our own. and then, we have to get my mums cats (a pair of kitty sisters that we had to temporarily house with my aunt, who got tired of looking after them and let them outside to be outdoor cats a few months ago. yes, this was an extremely shitty thing to do, and we've been working hard to get them back safely) AND my gecko (who my cousin has been looking after, even tho feeding him worms freaks him out LMAO yes i plan on compensating him) moved in, as well... basically oh my god there is so much to worry about but at the same time it's nice to have to worry about it bc it means we're making progress sdkfhsjdkfhdsjfh

basically i am just so tired but so busy and also thinkin abt so much im so sorry for lack of stuff but i am so looking forward to being able to bounce back, pls stick with me, it'll be sorted out soon i think and then i'll hit y'all with some good stuff i promise!!!!!!!

anyway thank u guys i love u and appreciate u all for sticking around

#bones of a rabbit #rambles #life update #lore of a babbit #babbit lore #personal stuff #vent #rant #in case anyone was curious #long post #tldr #tw death #tw grief #tw pet death

[disappointing-my-kid]

Me: “ok time to finally write that fluffy bowuigi”

Inner me: “bowser brands Luigi. Bowser uses an illusion to make Luigi think hes just watched his brother die. Peach imprisons Luigi when she finds out about him and Bowser, who knew the mushroom kingdom prisons could torture. Mario kidnapping Luigi from Bowser and lowkey torturing him to try and get him to “snap out of it.” Bowser and Luigi in love and married but Bowser accidentally kills Luigi(bonus points if by his own hands) Kamek kills Luigi to help Bowser get back on track.”

This is why i can never write fluff very good

#bowuigi #liz rambles #i have some plans im just busy with moving and new job

[dotchannie]

- 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎 :: c.bc x reader (MDNI)

synopsis: channie finds his lovers little toy whilst trying to entertain himself in a rare moment he’s left himself home alone.

a/n: repost ik ik whatever, im stilling moving blogs technically but one day it'll be something new <3 part two will probably drop in the next week or so ! fem reader in that part but this one is more solo chan than anything else !

wc: 1,256.

Warnings: housewife chan he is a domestic queen and he’s lonely:(, mentions of living repetitive days, solo male masturbation with toys oop, vibrator over clothes, mentions of a hand job(not described), he busts quick sorry chan<3, cumming in his pants, petnames(baby twice i think), whiny booooy ! next part will be filthier <3

Chan feels very uneasy in his own home at the moment- so used to being the one jetting around the world that he can't quite settle at it being your turn instead.

It's only a fleeting trip to visit relatives, but it’s enough to have him picking his phone up every couple of seconds- blinking notifications having hope settling in his chest that maybe, just maybe, you require his attention.

Alas, your love is needed elsewhere, your partner left to his own devices- bandmates caught up in their own commitments back home too, their leader struggling in what should be a relaxing time. A period of down low. Chan prefers to be busy, to have a task weighing heaving on his shoulders and engaging his mind.

Hence his current situation, rooms gutted one by one as he works his wonders with whatever cleaning supplies he can get his hands on- the kitchen his first target. Spices long forgotten in the depths of storage pulled to the light, discarding as necessary as he uses his new found hobby to hone in on his organisation skills.

He even dabbles in some cooking, various ingredients already creeping up to their best before thanks to only feeding one mouth- if nothing else he has a couple hearty meals prepped in your absence.

The next chore see’s him tackling the living room. All he really needs to is straighten up some blankets and pillows, hoover a little, maybe a candle or something to make it feel homey while you're still away- more of his time spent in the four walls making up the bedroom.

Days begin merging into one as far as Chan’s concerned, each one starting with cleaning and ending with, well, cleaning.

By the time the next day rolls round he's more than half way through scrubbing the entire house- the plans today were to face your shared bathroom, but when he bypasses through the bedroom and is greeted by the chaos he's currently living in, he feels guilty that you're usually the one keeping on top of it.

Clothes tossed all over the room, shoes kicked off and forgotten about in favour of launching himself straight into plush sheets instead- and he can already hear your nagging at how his dirty clothes are on the floor near the laundry basket, not in it- something he now realises is completely justified.

Room cleaning is never straight forward though, and now he’s sat himself infront of the lower drawers attached to the wardrobe, legs criss-crossed as he folds, cramming in even more clothes he's managed to pull out of every crevice in the room.

Reaching forward to scoot some of your belongings around, he makes contact with a metallic object.

It’s cold when he takes it between the pads of his fingertips, believing it to be something else he would need to find a rightful home for on his mad cleaning spree- spending a couple moments rolling it back and forth before spinning it far enough to see a small power symbol near the base of the foreign object, gasping at his own discovery.

He's holding his breath as he presses the power button once. Nothing. He holds it in for a couple seconds this time. Nothing again. He let's out a sigh- no idea if it’s relief or defeat.

But curiousity has already gotten the better of him, inquisitive hands rummaging in the same drawer once more to see if you have a charger for this thing. And low behold you do.

Chan wastes no time plugging it in, busying himself with more tidying- bed stripped and remade with fresh sheets, all the while repeadeatly looking back towards the bedside table.

He manages to forget about it long enough to go take a shower, skin grimey from the accumulation of sweat and dirt but he's back to square one when he lays down to rest for the night. Scrutinising your little friend as it lays by his side- staring at it like it's going to do something spectacular before his very eyes.

Eventually, bravery takes over- thoughts of you quick to flood his mind when it’s in his palm once more. Do you use it when he's away? Do you use it when he's home and busy in the janky makeshift studio in the spare room? He always has headphones on he'd probably never hear you anyway.

He doesn't even realised he's pressing the button, mind running through a million scenarios, a soft "oh" slipping his lips as it begins to frantically buzz between his thumb and index finger.

Chan’s pleasantly surprised by the power it packs and he can only imagine how good it feels for you when you put it to use- excitement building as he considers his next action, a shake of his head stopping the train before it gets on the tracks fully and returning it to it's charger before rolling over to be welcomed by a restless night.

He goes about the next day much like he did the previous, starting to feel like he was stuck in a groundhog kind of situation.

Welcomed by the duvet, he makes himself comfortable on your side of the bed- eyes locked on to his new found enemy that has his brain turning to mush in his head.

But when he picks it up this time he has much different intentions.

Instinct alone guiding him to place it directly on his tip, hips violently rising of the bed with a heavy "oh fuck" when the bullet springs to life.

He's completely underestimated the capabilities of such a compact toy- chest immediately feeling like it's caving in from stimulation.

The brief contact ensuring him that one, this is going to be the quickest release since his first and two, it's going to become addicting- not daring place it on his bare skin.

Slowly running it up and down his length, his eyelids pull shut against his will, never having felt anything like it, doubting he ever will- back arching so far off the bed he's almost resting on his crown.

Ragged puffs of air escape his nose, nostrils flared wide- chest heaving as he begs to keep up with his own self inflicted torture.

Chan's completely taken by surprise by his own orgasm- quick and powerful when it hits him, announcing to an empty room that he's going to come.

"oh god, oh fuck- im cumming, ahhhhh im gonna bust baby, just like that", pent up energy being realesed in the form of repeatedly slapping at the blankets as he does.

With his head feeling like it’s full of cotton wool he can't help but groan at the tacky feeling of his boxers clinging to him, mouth dry and uncomfortable from hanging open so long.

In his state of bliss, Chan barely makes out the sound of his phone ringing- scrambling to pick it up when he eyes focus enough to register your name, news you're finally on your way back to him.

"Chan! I'm in the taxi now I'll be home soon!", your voice comes through the speaker in a sing song tone but he's struggling to make sense of what you're saying.

"Chan? Can your hear me? Hellooo?".

He let's out something akin to a whine, completely beyond his control and using what little breath he can catch to huff out a dazed response,

"baby, you gotta hurry I need help"

You ask the driver to pick up the pace and rush you home, quick.

🏷️: @rose-tinted-kalopsia

𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 !

#bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan x reader smut #chan x reader #chan x reader smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz x reader smut #skz smut #skz x reader

[juqtier]

☆◞: IM ALWAYS JUST A DOOR AWAY ✧ SPENCER REID

SPENCER REID X FEM READER

SUMMARY: when you moved in to your new apartment, you never imagined your neighbor, spencer reid, would be such a nightmare. he wasn’t your favorite guy. in fact, you hated him. unfortunately for you, you can never seem to escape him. the universe clearly has other plans for you two.

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption in some chapters, angsty, arguing, spencer is kind of (definitely) an asshole, kissing, cursing, somewhat darker plot points as story progresses (this is my first ever full story fanfic! so it might be bad…) this will also be 10 parts so yayyy

GENRE: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst

⋆·˚ ༘ *

chapter 1 : a nightmare..

✎Was it even possible to hate someone so much that even the thought of them made your blood boil?

You never thought that was even possible. You were always trying to see the best in people, even if they were rude to you. That all changed when you moved next door to Spencer Reid.

Spencer Reid

The bane of your existence.

You had moved into your first apartment alone, with the help of your parents loaning some money and your waitressing job, when you had the unpleasant experience of meeting him.

God, he was so stuck up and pretentious. Getting to know him might have been your biggest regret.

The first day you met him, he immediately gave you an attitude.

You weren’t all that familiar with this area, so you took it upon yourself to try and make friends with the neighbors.

As you walk up to the door and knock, you become excited at the potential of a new friendship.

Behind the door, you can hear a quiet, muffled voice and some shuffling before it’s opened to reveal a rather tall man looking down at you.

“Yes?” He sounded a bit annoyed, yet you continued your introduction.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbor! My name is-“

“Cool, I’m really busy, and if it isn’t important, don’t bother me.” The man quickly shuts the door.

You were so puzzled and quite upset.

Who just shuts the door on someone’s face like that?

-‘๑’-

However, after some time, you forgave it. Everyone has bad days; everyone is very busy at some point. Maybe he was just overwhelmed, right?

That was until you saw him again, in the parking lot of the apartments.

You found out his name was Spencer Reid from some other neighbors. This only made you more interested in getting to know him, or at least being civil with each other.

You were getting out of your car after returning home from work when you saw him coming down the stairs to the parking lot. Trying to be friendly, you waved and smiled.

“Hello!” Your expression was bright and kind, as always. Something Spencer never seemed to return. He visibly rolled his eyes at you, rushing to his car.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to offend him? Do I have something stuck in my teeth

Your thoughts ran wild, doubting every interaction you have had with anyone before. Were you just annoying? You barely had a conversation with the man; how could he find you annoying?

Maybe he just sucked?

-‘๑’-

For months, your interactions were the same. You’d attempt to be friendly, and he’d quickly (and quite rudely) shut you down. You had convinced yourself he was just a busy man until you were proven right. He just sucked.

Friday, 10:49 pm

Music played throughout your living room as you unwinded on your couch. The weekend had just begun, so you decided to finally relax. Work had been extra shitty today, and you felt you deserved a break. You sat on your couch, reading a book, as your favorite songs played when you heard a knock at the door.

Who could be knocking so late?

Placing your book down and quickly turning the music off, you rush to answer the door.

As it opened, you'd never been more confused to see Spencer Reid standing in front of you.

“Uh, hi? Is something wro-”

“Can you turn the music down?” He seemingly snaps, not even letting you finish your sentence.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to have it so lo-”

“If you’re going to blare your music, you shouldn’t have such terrible taste.”

You were taken aback. You were used to the interruptions, the eye rolling, even being completely ignored. But now, he was just being plain rude.

“What? I said I’m sorry.. What’s your problem?”

You were almost about to snap at him. It took all of your power to not rip into him, calling him every name you could think of.

“My problem? My problem is that ever since you moved here, I can’t get even a moment of peace. Some people have jobs and commitments.”

What the actual fuck?

“Holy shit, Spencer. I’ve done nothing to you, but all you’ve done is be an asshole to me!”

Your anger and frustration seemed to boil over in that exact moment, not caring if you hurt his feelings anymore.

“Actu-”

“No, let me talk for once. I don’t know where you work or what you do to make you think you are so morally superior to me, but fuck. You are so fucking mean.“

He seemed shocked at the sudden outburst, as you only ever showed him your bright and bubbly side. His eyes widened slightly, not expecting the blow-up.

“You don’t get to talk down to me because you’re in a pissy mood. So leave me the fuck alone.”

With that, you slam your door in his face and quickly turn around. Your fists clench as you storm to your room and flop onto your bed, letting out a groan of frustration.

God, he was a nightmare.

-‘๑’-

PT 2

a.n : sorry if this sucks or is boring! i’ve never wrote a story like this before but i hope it’s okay!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #juqtier writes… 🐈 #cm imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst

[milkkkkkkkkkk]

cw: explicit content, oral sex, vaginal sex, afab!reader, teasing, smut, mdni

word count: 2.8k

"You were soaking wet from the storm outside. You made your last delivery for the day, but still couldn't go home. Will the offer for some hot cocoa turn a bad day to a good one?"

jim halpert x reader

WORST DAY

You were thankful for your new job. It was awful most days, but thursdays... You had started working in delivery, pastries to be precise, and worked monday through thursday. And on that one last day, you got a weekly order from Dunder Mifflin. The receptionist always smiled at you, she was very sweet, and the guy who was apparently the boss didn't miss a chance to make an inappropriate comment. But there was a reason you kept making these deliveries, even if you could ask someone else to do them. You met his gaze, a couple desks over. There he was, brown wavy hair and soft eyes. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and you heart raced a little. You held his gaze, not wanting to seem shy, and he looked down a couple of seconds later, showing a small grin on his face. That was the highlight of your weeks. The donut delivery to Dunder Mifflin.

One day he started to receive and sign the deliveries himself, taking the chance to make small talk, ask about your day or maybe your plans for the weekend. You surprisingly found him really easy to talk to, and learned that his name was Jim, his birthday was october first and he always had jam and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Your crush had developed into something more than just your heart skipping a beat. You'd noticed his eyes trailing down your body, and him leaning a little bit closer than needed, and how easy he made you squirm. You wanted him, and the tension between you two was undeniable.

That was your routine for a little over three months, stealing glances and hidden smiles, talking and flirting a little before you had to go. You'd grown comfortable around each other. And that had been your regular schedule, never a mishap. But today was different. The rain had you almost completely soaked, but you were making sure that your tiny umbrella covered the donuts completely and kept them dry, even if it was at your expense. You struggled to open the front door and at the exact moment you managed to get in you crashed into someone, resulting in a box of donuts on the ground. Thankfully the box was sealed with tape and none of the donuts actually hit the floor, but the glaze was messed up. You scrambled and mumbled a string of apologies, mentally cursing yourself and everyone else. You had a rough morning, and this was just making your day worse.

Gentle hands met yours when trying to lift the box off the ground, and as you looked up from underneath your long eyelashes, you met the gaze you were so familiar with. He looked a bit worried, and his mouth moved, saying something you didn't hear, you were too busy trying to comprehend what was happening.

You started to realize the state you were in, and asked a soft "Sorry?"

He smiled and asked "Are you okay?" while getting up from the ground with you.

"Oh," you chuckled slightly "Yeah I'm okay, I'm just having a little bit of a bad day."

"Strong storm outside..." He trailed off looking at the window to the rain outside. To be honest, it was raining pretty hard.

You took the chance to look at him for a second, taking in his wet hair and sticky shirt. Thinking he must've got caught up in the storm as well, and scolding yourself for staring.

"So um... Do you have any plans for today?" He suddenly asked, locking his eyes with yours.

"Thankfully this is my last delivery for the day, though I can't really go home, they're fixing a leak" You sighed, thinking how you couldn't even relax at home during the storm. You'd end up in a library maybe, you'd have to hope they'd let you in with soaked clothes.

"Im uh, done for the day, got off early," He started, "We could maybe go to my place" He suggested and you looked at him.

"I make killer hot cocoa" He finished with an enticing grin.

You considered it, it would be a chance to get closer, and maybe more...

You finished the delivery, deeply apologizing to the receptionist and after explaining the situation and the state of the donuts, you assured her the next delivery would be free of cost.

Finally, you opened the door to his car. He was waiting for you outside of the building, and turned on the heat to warm up. He lived 20 minutes away from his office, and actually closer to your apartment too. You walked into his flat, looking at the simple and a little bit messy living room.

"I'll bring some dry clothes for you" He said, disappearing into what you assumed was his bedroom. You took the chance to walk around the kitchen, it was clean and organized. He reappeared with a black t-shirt, some red and black pajama pants and a towel.

"These pants were my brother's, I think they'll fit" He said as he handed you the dry clothes. "The bathroom is over there" He pointed to a white door.

You thanked him and went into the bathroom, locking eyes with him as you closed the door, intentionally leaving a gap big enough to catch a peak. You turned your back to the door as you started to undress, feeling his eyes on you. You unbuttoned your shirt, and slowly slipped it from your shoulders until it hit the floor. The bathroom was directly across the couch in the living room. And you heard him as he sat down to enjoy the show. That made you even more giddy, and slick with anticipation. You unclasped your bra and took it off before moving to your pants. They were made out of soft fabric that was easy to remove from you body, and they dropped to the floor. Toeing off your shoes, you finally put on the t-shirt he gave you. You could tell he wore it often, it smelled strongly like him, and that made you wet. You grabbed the towel and put it around your neck, drying your hair a little, and walked out of the bathroom, to stand directly in front of him in only a shirt and panties.

"The pants didnt fit."

He was sitting on the couch, man spreading, one of his arms thrown over the back rest of the couch and the other one resting in his thigh. The first three buttons of his white shirt were open, and his tie ditched on the floor, his hair messier. The mood had changed completely, there was a clear sexual tension and heaviness in the air. His eyes had darkened, like his expression, and he looked directly at you. Looking at his shirt on your body had an effect on him. The hem of the shirt was just below your ass, and your perky nipples showed through the soft material. He didn't say anything and just stared, taking in the sight, and you noticed the growing bulge in his pants.

You took a step forward, and he stared at your eyes, finally smiling at you, a different kind of smile to the one he offered every thursday. Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day.

You finished walking towards him, standing in between his legs, and you placed a hand on his cheek, making him look up. His eyes were hungry, and his hands acted like so. He started on your legs, caressing them, moving up to your thighs and then your waist and your back. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head towards your abdomen. After a few minutes he finally grabbed at your ass, looking up from your abdomen and pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him.

You felt him then, hard and big underneath you. Leaning down, your breaths mingled, your hands moved to his neck as his hands cupped your ass. You were so close, yet your lips weren't touching.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

"Yes." You whispered back before he kissed you. Slowly at first, as if he was memorizing how your lips felt on his, or how soft your skin was beneath his hands. He began kissing you more deeply, almost desperately, and you wondered if he had wanted you as long as you had wanted him.

He squeezed your ass, making you open your mouth to let out a sudden moan and he took that chance to make his tongue meet yours. He explored every inch of your mouth, and you started pressing down on his hard cock. You were in a state of bliss, and wanted to take the next step. Moving your hands from his neck you moved to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them and revealing a toned build. You finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran your hands through his chest. Your legs moved away from his sides and onto the floor between his legs. One of his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with such and ease that it made it incredibly arousing. You dragged his pants and his boxers down in one go, not wanting to take more time, desperate to have his dick in your mouth.

It was big, and it had a nice girth to it. You stared at it, your mouth already watering. One of your hands grabbed it by the base, and your tongue drew a line from the base to the tip. He threw his head back, finding the sight of you unbelievably hot. He gave himself to the feeling of your mouth on his dick. After teasing a little, your lips wraped around the tip of his member, earning a small gasp from his mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, before hollowing your cheeks for a few seconds and letting go, making a popping sound. You spat on it, before putting it in your mouth again. You continued, feeling one of his hands tangle in your hair. You bobbed up and down for a few minutes, before your needs started to feel unbearable. A string of saliva connected your mouth and his dick when you pulled away, looking up at him. You found his eyes staring right back, with an expression you couldn't read. You stood up, standing in between his legs again, and his hands found their way to the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they were on the floor. He wet his lips, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He gently pushed you to the couch, making you lay on your back, and you were suddenly feeling a little embarrassed when he opened your legs to get a good look at you. You were flushed, and Jim was delighted to see you like that, so impossibly lewd.

He bent down, kissing you right below the belly button, and he continued leaving a trail of kisses leading right to your pussy. He only gave one kiss to your clit before moving away, kissing the inside of your thighs, the sides of your abdomen, and getting so close to your pussy it was almost torture. He was slow, as if he was enjoying tormenting you.

"J-Jim please...."

He froze for one second before turning his eyes to you.

"Are you begging?" He asked in a mixture of disbelief and lust.

You looked away, pouty. "I guess I am" You said sheepishly.

You couldn't have known the effect that had on Jim, to see you begging for him, sprawled in his couch, wearing your shirt, and so wet for him. He would've liked to keep going, to keep teasing you, but you were so irresistible looking like that... that he couldn't help it. He kissed you pussy, finally, earning a moan from your mouth. You didn't know if he had neighbors, so you tried to stifle the sounds coming from your mouth as he started to dive right in your folds. He swiped his tongue over and over, sucking on your clit, plunging his tongue into your hole, making you a moaning mess. You couldn't stand it anymore, you needed him, needed to feel full of him. Would he fuck you if you begged?

"Mnhn... Jim... please fuck me"

That was all he needed to hear before kneeling on the couch, one hand on the handrest behind your head, the other grabbing at your thigh, looking at you with hunger. He grabbed the base of his dick, swiping his tip on your slick folds and earning soft sounds from you. He was tremendously hard. He aligned himself at your entrance before looking at you for approval. You nodded.

You felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed in, stretching you, going deeper and deeper, before he was all in. He waited a moment before slowly pulling back out, and going back in. He kept a torturously unhurried pace, making sure you were comfortable, and enjoying it as much as he was. He had a knack for teasing you, for making you beg, you realized. When you were ready to pick up the pace, you looked up at him, hands on his chest.

"Faster...please"

He buried his head on your neck, and you wrapped your hands around his back. He started to go faster, slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the ongoing storm outside. He felt so incredibly good inside you, you could hear the little sounds coming from him, his hands gripping your skin, his lips leaving a mark at the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar sensation starting to build in your lower abdomen, the fast steady pace of him hitting a particular spot inside you that made you feel better than you ever had. The sex was mimd boggling. You were so close.

"Jim...ah...I-I'm gonna..." You said through strained breaths.

He kept his pace, gripping you tighter, the knot snapping. You moaned, gasping for air, feeling overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your sensitive parts being overstimulated by him, now going at an uneven pace, chasing his own release. He moaned and pulled out, sticky white strings shot out of him, landing on your chest and stomach. His load was big, and he kissed you when he finished.

You were both exhausted, but he still stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and clean clothes and asked if you wanted to take a shower. You did, and wore the comfy hoodie he gave you. While you were in the shower he cleaned the couch and started preparing some hot cocoa. You emerged from the bathroom, taking in the sight in front of you. Shirtless Jim, preparing hot cocoa for both of you. A blanket on the couch and some snacks on the table. You could get used to this. His back was turned to you, and you suddenly felt the need to hug him. You wondered if it would be okay, or if it would be crossing a line. You decided to risk it as you walked up to him from behind. Your hands slithered around him and he flinched. A sudden wave of disappointment hit you, and you tried to pulled away before his hands grabbed yours, and pulled them around him.

"Your hands are cold"

He said as he turned his head to smile at you. Relief washed over you, and you melted on his back, before he turned around completely, leaning on the counter.

"I need to take a shower" Was all he said before pecking your lips and disappearing into the bathroom for 10 minutes. You decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the blanket over your body. He got out of the bathroom with wet hair, and you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked. You then realized what just happened. You just had the best sex of your life with Jim Halpert. And you were in his apartment, in his clothes, waiting for the hot cocoa he made for you. You blushed, today was truly an out of the ordinary day.

He went into the kitchen and came back with two mugs. He put on a show and you drank your hot cocoa, talking about whatever came to mind. It was truly a killer hot cocoa, and you hoped to have it again. Soon, you had both finished your drinks and now were cuddling on the couch, his arms lazily hung around your body, and you were playing with his hair.

"Let me take you out on a date" He said out of nowhere, and he smiled when you met his gaze. You returned the smile, agreeing to meet tomorrow for dinner. Your bad day had turned out to be the best day you've had in years. You gave into the cozy feeling of being in his arms, taking in his scent and his warmth, and fell asleep to his fingers drawing circles on your skin.

note: hi!! im new to tumblr so im sorry if my posts look a little weird. this was originally posted on ao3 with the same name. i hope you liked it!! <3

#the office #jim halpert #jim halpert x reader #smut

[onlygrapejuice]

I just saw the lil blurb you made of harry kissing his baby boy and omg, im in love! could you write something of harry and reader with the baby backstage after one of his shows? you could make it really about anything, but i love the idea of harry getting off stage and having his baby waiting for him </3

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you for the request and it's what you were thinking of <3! (And thank you for your support)

Warnings: None, just fluff :)

Wordcount: 1889

You’ll never get over the screaming. The sheer amount of noise that erupts as Harry takes the stage is mind-blowing, no matter how many times you’ve experienced it. You understand it, of course, if you had the chance, you'd be out there screaming with them. But you had precious cargo with you this time and it was a little safer here in the wings of the stage. Your baby boy is bundled in your arms, fast asleep thanks to the industrial-level ear muffs Harry had searched half the country for, terrified of any noise hurting his bub. You’d told him that you could always stay in the hotel with him if he was so worried about the noise, you didn’t mind. You’ve seen him perform hundreds of times, you could miss a few concerts this time round. But Harry had been adamant that he wanted his boy nearby (and you too of course, that goes without saying) and that was that. You hadn’t been to any of the shows of his current tour yet, too busy looking after a close to one-and-half-year-old to stay up late and party. You had been still travelling around with him, enjoying every new city with bub and always managing to have at least one full day with Harry per city. He hadn't planned to go on tour so soon after having a child, but after you decided to quit your job and just focus on your son, he decided to just go for it. You might not get the chance again, as eventually, bub would have to stay put to get an education and a semi-normal childhood, no matter what his rockstar dad was doing. You’d first decided that when you got pregnant and you were both going to be sticking to it, tours and music careers be damned. And sure, touring with a baby wasn't easy at times, but all three of you seemed happier than ever, despite the chaos that constantly surrounded you.

Harry was currently leaping around the stage, revelling in the attention all focused on him as the crowd sang along loudly. You tried not to laugh at his antics, swaying slightly to let your bub keep napping undisturbed. You were surprised he was staying asleep, the vibrations from the music booming from the speakers and the crowd jumping was making the stage tremble slightly but he just stayed comfortably asleep in your arms. While he may look like a carbon copy of his father, dimples, curls and all, he had inherited the ability to sleep through anything from you.

You let your gaze scan across the crowd for a moment, a bright smile on your face at the sea of colour before you. Cowboy hats and feather boas dotted the crowd and you could practically feel the adrenaline in the air. Harry’s concerts were always filled with so much colour and life and it delighted you (and him) endlessly. You cooed down at the sleeping bundle in your arms. “One day you’ll get to see all this properly and I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as your dad does.”

Someone had brought you a chair at some point, and you were still settled in it, bub awake now and toying with a strand of your hair, eyes wide in fascination. He’d stayed asleep for the majority of the concert, even when his dad teased Best Song Ever and the crowd lost their minds, holding tight to your index finger while you quietly sang along. You’d moved him when he woke so he could see the stage, and he gurgled happily when he spotted his dad crooning Treat People With Kindness to the rapt crowd. Jeff had laughed fondly from where he stood nearby and he took a photo for Harry to coo over later and almost definitely set as his phone wallpaper until someone took a cuter one.

You listened to the last moments of Kiwi with a tired smile, the knowledge that soon Harry would be all yours again making your heart sing. You loved his music and performances dearly, but sometimes it’s nice to have him to yourself instead of sharing him with thousands of adoring fans. The song finished with a crescendo and bub squirmed happily in your arms as he spotted Harry coming over to you as you stood up to greet him. His face broke into an even brighter smile when he saw the pair of you waiting for him. He pressed a smacking kiss on your cheek in greeting before ducking to coo at the giggling baby in your arms. “Did y’enjoy the show, bub? I know I did and I’m sure your mama did too.” He glanced up at you, and you laughed quietly at the hopeful, slightly anxious look on his slightly sweaty face. “I did like I always do.” He looked relieved at that, pressing a quick kiss to the top of bubs head, slipping off his earmuffs and standing up straight again. He turned you gently, hand resting on your lower back as he began to guide you away to the waiting car, thumb rubbing gently at your back. “Let's get y’to bed, bub.” He glanced at you as he guided you round the corner and down a brightly lit corridor towards the exit, holding back a smile as you battled with a yawn. You used to be able to easily stay awake and not even feel tired after one of his shows but having a baby understandably ruined your sleep schedule and ability to stay up past 10. “And also get you to bed, huh mama?” He nudged you gently with his shoulder when you didn't respond, smiling softly when you blinked, brain swimming with exhaustion. “What’d you say?” Harry laughed at that, holding the door open for you as you stepped out, the car waiting for you, engine humming softly. “I was saying that you probably need to get to bed as well, love.” You nodded tiredly as the cold night air hit you, yawning softly. “I’d say so, I don't think I’ve stayed up this late since before this one was born.”

The car ride was a blur and you were half-asleep through most of it, jerking every few minutes when you started to drift off. Bub had immediately fallen asleep next to you in his car seat and you were sorely tempted to join him despite the uncomfortable position but you knew if you fell asleep now you'd never leave the car. Harry was in the front seat, quietly chatting to the driver throughout it all, eyes flicking up to meet yours every now and then in the rear-view mirror with a fond smile.

Harry insisted on carrying him up to your hotel room when you arrived, urging that you needed a break. Too tired to argue, you simply followed sluggishly behind as Harry lead the way, cooing to the sleepy bundle in his arms with complete devotion. You all reached your room blissfully fast and Harry quickly settled him into the cot set up in the corner while you sank onto the bed, leaning over to struggle with your shoes. Your sluggish fingers slipped over the carefully tied bows in your Converse laces and you tried not to growl in frustration, blinking furiously as you finally tugged at a loose end. But before you could continue, Harry was kneeling before you, quickly unlacing your shoes and tugging them off gently. “Don’t stress mama, I’ve got you.” You grumbled quietly as he slid his hands gently up your legs to rest them on your hips, shifting forward slightly to kneel between your legs. “I should be looking after you. You were the one entertaining thousands of people.” He laughed softly at that, conscious of the sleeping baby only a few feet behind him. “You’re the one dead on your feet.” You whined a quiet protest at that and Harry leant forward with a cheeky grin on his face, shushing you gently as he stopped to rest his forehead on yours. “I liked having y’and bub there tonight.” You smiled softly, shutting your eyes as his thumbs brushed gently over your hips. “It was nice knowing that I’d get to see y’both straight afterwards.” He twisted his head to press a tender kiss to your temple, your eyelids fluttering at the contact. “My little family… right there with me.” You smiled at that, flicking your eyes open to meet his green ones. “Always. Even if it’s not in person.” He smiled sweetly and pulled away with a quiet groan, rising to his feet rather stiffly. “I’m getting a little old for that I think.” You snorted at that and he scowled at you, swatting at your arm before gently tugging your (his) T-shirt up your arms and off. “Let's get you to bed before my old bones get too stiff.” You giggled properly at that and he pulled you up with a broad grin, pressing a kiss to your now-revealed shoulder before reaching down to unbutton your jeans and pluck them off you, your bra soon following. He passed you a spare t-shirt and pair of boxer briefs for you to sleep in before beginning to get ready himself, the adrenaline rush slowly wearing thin, exhaustion beginning to claw at his bones.

You were nearly done with brushing your teeth and cleaning your makeup off when he slipped into the bathroom behind you, shooting you a wink in the mirror as he began to brush his teeth. It made your sleepy heart flutter at the domesticity of it all. Even in a city far from home, in a bathroom that was fairly unfamiliar to you, this felt like home. The shared devotion to the sleeping baby in the cot next door, the late-night teasing, the shared night-time routine. It all felt like home and you knew it made the tour all the more endurable for Harry.

You were both settled in bed when you finally chatted again, your head settled on his chest while you curled into his side, a warm, broad arm wrapped around you. “I’ll miss this.” His chest rumbled from the words under your cheek and you blinked sleepily. “You’ll miss… touring? You always do.” He ducked his chin down to gaze at you. “I’ll definitely miss touring but I’ll miss having you and bub here all the time more. Because by the time I do this again, he’ll probably be starting in school and I don't think missing weeks and weeks to see me touring will count as a ‘normal’ childhood.” You hummed in agreement, eyes blinking sleepily as you shifted to rest your chin on his sternum, letting you see his face. He looked conflicted at the thought of his baby starting school and growing up and you raised an arm, running soft fingers down his cheek. “Let’s enjoy this while it lasts, okay? I’m sure we can figure something else out when he’s older. But let's not worry about that now, he’s not even two yet. And he slept through most of the show, so chances are he might not even want to watch when he gets older.” Harry chuckled at that, running a hand through your messy hair. “Ouch. Betrayed by my own son!”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #x reader #harry styles imagine

[melody22222]

Hi sweet, hope you doing well.

Can i request a yandere ceo x secretary reader, she is too shy and people wonder how she even get this job but they also notice the favor that they cold boss give to her.

Safe with me

Male Yandere CEO x Secretary Fem!reader

A/N: I know... I took so long and IM SORRY-

Summary: Your boss been having a hidden plan and wanted to keep it that way but after an incident board meeting with new clients, it seems like he have to take matters in his own hands with you quickly. (SUCH A GOOFY SUMMARY ISTG OMG...)

Word count: 7.1k (Kill me, NOW.)

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You opened the door to his elegant, opulent office that has been taking up the place because of his strong cologne that hit your nostrils the moment you stepped in. You saw him taking his coat off and walking towards the hanger.

“Good morning, Mr. Waldorf.” You said with a sheepish smile on your face, awkwardly standing near the door as you left it ajar

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite employee,” He said with a straight face but a twinkle in his eye, giving you a quick nod as he hung his coat.  “As well as my personal assistant.” He added. You watch him walk to his chair, settling into his desk.

Your smile grew wide at his remark, feeling a mix of pride and validation.      

You walked closer to his front desk. “Thank you, Mr. Wald-”

He cuts you off, “Didn't we talk about distorting names?” He looked up at you. “I’ve already told you, Rhys is perfectly fine.”

You fell silent, locking eyes with him.

“Um, Rhys, yes. Of course, I apologize.” 

Rhys tilt nodded coldly in return and opened his drawers. You glanced at your little notebook schedule that’s for him. “Umm, Spencer wants to meet for drinks with you at Thyme Bar.”

“When?”

“After six.”

“Negative, cancel it.” He spoke with the same robotic voice, not looking up to you while busy getting his files on his desk from the drawers.

“And what should I say?”

“Just say no.”

“Just say no…?” You said with a hint of fear in your voice but you still decided to write down in the notebook with your pen on what he demanded. Your mind begins to flash off how scared you are at confronting the man ‘Spencer’ on the phone, unsure of what to say to him. A ‘no’ was not enough for you.

Actually, you were unsure of everything that happened. You still don’t know how you ended up here, being a secretary to such a luxurious CEO man. Before, you were just a little receptionist behind a desk that nobody cared or noticed. Of course, it wasn’t such a surprise due to the chaotic atmosphere.

It really is such a massive, well-known company.

Your plan was just being a receptionist but when, on your first day, bumping into the man who’s now you’re working for as a secretary, everything changed. 

Behind his eyes when he first laid them on you, spoke everything to him. 

You could see a spark in his eyes but he still held his professionalism. The way he talked to you made you notice the man’s stern demeanor, which instantly kept you on edge. Every second of him talking, the more nervous you grew.

But what kept you more on edge is that him coming to you after weeks, offering you the position. It was unexpected and you were immediately shocked. You hesitated for a moment, telling him you had to think about it.

You actually wanted to decline the offer. The thought of the added stress and your lack of rapport with Rhys made it clear. However, your heart sank when you found out the receptionist position had already been filled before your arrival.

A lost and confused expression fell on your face when you saw them moving your stuff before the big news that you in fact, did not recall.

—

“Um, excuse me. Hi, can you tell me what's going on here?

“Are you Y/n L/n?”

“Yes…?”

“The boss, Mr. Waldorf, ordered us to move some things on the last floor, your things. Aren’t you his secretary now?

“What- Well, that’s my desk. I’m not his secretary. I think you perhaps misunderstood the boss?”

“Nope, I understood the boss pretty well. These are your things, and I think you need to rethink again. Because you indeed are his secretary now, you agreed to that to yourself yesterday.”

—

“Mr. Waldorf, What?”

“Please, just call me Rhys. And what? Is something wrong? Olivia mentioned to me that you had accepted the job placement I offered. We even went ahead and already hired a man for the receptionist job since you are taking the secretary position.

“What… I mean, You- you are right. I informed Olivia this morning to tell you. I just didn't realize you had already hired someone this quickly.”

—

Rhys flashed an innocent smile when you said that, but there was something lurking behind it. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda, a plan, and it had worked. You decided to suck it up and think that this was your fate. You had no choice but to accept it, otherwise where would you go?

—

After lying to his straight face, you somehow ended up here in his exquisite looking office, accepting your fate.

“Well, Y/n. No reservations today, just bring me the report that I asked for and my coffee.” He coldly commanded, his tone devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir.” You awkwardly nodded.

You walked out from his office, directly going to the break room in order to get what he asked for. After a few moments, you returned to his office, a steaming cup of coffee held carefully in your hand, while the other hand grasped firmly the prepared paper report.

Carefully, you walked straight towards his desk when a tragedy happened.

You took a misstep and accidentally stumbled forward, causing the coffee cup to slip from your grasp and spill all over his desk, drenching his expensive pants in the process.

You let out a big gasp as your heart sank, “Oh my god, Rhys, I’m so so sorry.” You exclaimed.

Quickly, you rushed to his side with a flurry of tissues in hand that you took from the tissue box on the desk. You bent down, feverishly trying to clean up the mess you made. You didn’t pay attention to the man in front of you that’s trying to get your attention as you repeatedly apologized. 

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!” He urgently called your name, seeing it no use, he tightly grabbed both sides of your shoulders with his hands. You froze, looking up at his gaze with your widened eyes. The tissues now soaked with coffee, making small drops drip down and land on his pants but he didn’t seem to care.

“Y/n, it’s okay.” He caressed your cheek that made you slightly flinch.”It’s okay, it’s no big deal. Calm down.”

Uncontrollable heavy breaths came out from your chest, looking at him with fear in your eyes that he immediately noticed. “It’s okay.” He assured you again. He patiently lets you slowly relax, and your heavy breaths started to go away.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You said, in more of a calm but still worried tone this time.

Unexpectedly, he leaned closer to your face and planted a soft kiss on your cheek that caused you to slightly gasp at his sudden affection.

 “I’m not mad, and you don’t have to clean up anything, just leave it up to me.”

“But sir no, I made the mess. I have to clean it up.” You mumbled.

“Absolutely not.”

“But sir-”

“I said no.”

You tensed up at his becoming cold tone. You nodded and turned away, heading to the door to call the janitor.

“Oh, and Y/n.” He stopped you.

You turned to face him, “Yes?”

“We have a meeting to attend to after 20 minutes with the new clients, don’t forget to prepare the boardroom.”

“Of course, sir.” And you head out.

—

You sat on your chair, hands trembling with fear. A meeting? Prepare the boardroom? Clients? This was your first time going to a meeting, and you have no idea what to do. Regrets washing over you for taking this position. You knew it wasn’t meant for you.

But an idea popped in your mind, making you stand up and head out of your small office. You walked towards an office door and opened it, it was one of your coworkers' offices.

“Georgina, I need your help.”

Georgina was the only person you befriended. On your first day, she trained you in the basics - taking phone calls, jotting down dates and messages, all the easy stuff. Not to mention how much she rambles about how the CEO is a stuck up ass. Although your workload made it hard to engage in conversation, but right now she was the only one you needed.

“Let me guess, you need me to make coffee for that dickhead Rhys, cause you messed up yours?”

“Something worse. I’m going to my FIRST meeting with Rhys.”

“Oooh~ The new clients? And what exactly do you need help with?’

“I don’t know! Rhys told me to prepare the… boardroom? How do I exactly do that?”

Georgina pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh. You annoyingly frowned at her, and the laugh came out of her chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” Georgina said through her laugh, she brought her palm to her mouth to prevent further laughs coming out. “To be honest, if I were you, I would literally shove that pen up his ass and tell him to go and prep-...”

But her laughter suddenly died down, removing her palm slowly from her mouth and eyes widened when she laid her eyes on the door. Wondering why she did that, you turned your head to the door and you startled when you saw… Rhys standing with a stern expression.

“Rhys, hi.” You awkwardly spoke.

“If I remember correctly, I specifically instructed you to prepare the boardroom for the meeting and not to waste time engaging in idle conversation with…” He gave Georgina a piercing, critical glare. "With an employee."

“Yes, of course. I was just about to leave and do that, and I was saying something to Georgina real quick.”

‘He must have heard the entire conversation…’

Rhys hummed a little, still holding on to the same expression. “I see…”

“I’ll go and prepare it now.” You started walking towards the door with your head down. 

Rhys moved aside to give you enough space to walk out but you could feel his eyes coldly watching you along his strong perfume hitting you again, making you feel tense as you head out.

Rhys shot another piercing glare at Georgina, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, before firmly closing the door of her office. He watched your back as you kept walking, a tumultuous mix of emotions surged within him. 

He had this inexplicable urge to approach you and say something that clawed at his insides but he fought against it, swallowing down the words that threatened to escape. With a heavy sigh, he finally moved and made his way towards his own office, the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering in the air.

—

After creeping on Rhys and making sure he went to his office, you immediately called Georgina to help you ��prepare’ the boardroom.

“Quick, go before they come in.” You said with fear, glancing at the door every 5 seconds.

Georgina places the last glass of water on the massive table and runs towards the meeting door. Before she goes, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears.

As you took a deep breath, other employees walked in. Along with… Rhys engaged in a lively conversation with unfamiliar faces. Despite their laughter, Rhys held a normal yet still the cold expression on his face, unable to bring himself to laugh with them.

You tensed up again, but decided to calm yourself with deep breaths.

They all sat down on each chair in front of the massive table that held glasses of water, papers, pens, and everything else.

"Well, Rhys Waldorf, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you formally. And I must say…” The man sitting across from you looked at you while Rhys sat on the head of the table. “Your lovely secretary is quite a sight to behold.”

The man eyed you up and down, you could feel him undressing you with his eyes, making you tense up. Rhys glanced down from his seat and cleared his throat. “Right.” Is all he muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, let’s get started.”  He deliberately pretended to ignore the client seated right beside him. But deep within his chest, a suffocating frustration built up his chest that went unnoticed by everybody in the room, including you.

—

“And that was everything, any concerns or questions?” Rhys uttered.

“Actually Mr. Waldorf, I have a question to ask.” The same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time spoke.

“Shoot.”

“How long have you had this beautiful-looking assistant? Because…” The man licked his lips while looking at you, except this time, he eyed your chest. 

“Well, actually, that’s none of your business!” Rhys seethed, anger forming in his voice.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, watching them with an unpleasant face.

It wasn’t really a surprise after all, all mergers and acquisitions men acted inappropriately like this.

“Oh come on Rhys, let’s not act so professional all the time. We all wanted to see that pretty ass of hers when we first saw her, including yourself Mr. Waldorf.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Rhys slammed his hand on the table that made you flinch as he angrily shouted, standing up. “Get the hell out of my company.” He pointed at the door.

You just sat there and watched them with a shocked face, fidgeting and unable to say or do anything. The other clients sat there unbothered, but you could see through them that they were on the man’s side. 

The man stood up as well. “Woah, Calm down, Rhys.” 

He chuckled through his chest. “You really do not have to act dumb. How about she comes and works for me, just a loan, or consider it as a little bonus for us. I’ll give her back to you after I’m done with her.”

“Over my dead body!”

The man raised his hands up. “Geez man, alright. What’s gotten into you?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t even that pretty anyways.”

Rhys fell silent. 

“What the hell did you just say?” He quietly snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

“I said, she wasn’t even that pretty. She can’t even utter a word properly, can’t imagine a personal assistant like that.”

Rhys stared at him for a moment, an idea popped in his mind. You heard him say, “Actually, you know what?”

“What?”

“How about you go and have her all by yourself, right now.” He pointed his hand down at you.

You were completely shocked, eyes widened. You were glued to the chair and couldn’t find yourself standing up because of the fear you felt running all over your body when Rhys said that.

Rhys got away from his chair and stepped back aside, but he was still close to you, not leaving his eyes from you. His arms were crossed against his chest. You turned your head to him, “Rhys…” You pleaded.

He raised his palm a little from his arm to you and mouthed ‘It’s okay, just trust me’’ He gave you one of his rare reassurance smiles that somehow… relaxed you.

But your attention quickly got back to the man who smirked and raised his eyebrow at you, making you gulp fearfully in return. He walked across the table towards you, the other male employees and clients were lustfully watching. He stood in front of you and brought his hand up, leaning slowly to touch your chest but before he could touch you, something stopped him…

Rhys harshly grabbed the man’s wrist that the man was going to lay on you and twisted it painfully, causing the man to groan in pain.

“You really thought you were going to lay your filthy hands on her?” His eyes darkened on him.

Roughly, he gripped the back of the man’s hair. Pulling the man towards the wall and smashing his head onto it. He gripped even tightly onto his head and turned his head to face him.

Some of the men stood up, they tried to come closer to him but Rhys lifted a finger to them.

“No. No, no. Sit the fuck back down.”

The men stopped in their place but looked at each other and slowly sat back down, not wanting to be the next on Rhys’ line.

“How about you take your stuff and shove those files up your fucking ass and get the fuck out of my company before I throw you and your little fuckface minions out of this fucking window right this instant.” Rhys spat, finally letting out his rage that’s been stuck in his lungs this whole entire time but it wasn’t all of it.

“Rhys please, calm down. We all are just joking here.” One of the clients said.

"Oh, you want to joke around with me? Come stand next in line then after I'm done with this piece of shit."

The client quickly looked down in response with shame on his face.

Blood ran down through the man’s nose as he moved lazily, but there was still some consciousness. Rhys threw him on the ground, waiting for him to pick himself up. 

“Wait a minute, What the hell am I doing?” Rhys scoffed and glanced at you. He suddenly comes closer and grabs your arm, making you stand up and guide you to the corner but right behind him, away from everyone.

He goes back to the surprisingly conscious man lying on the floor and bends down in front of him, “Nobody ever disrespects my secretary in front of me.”

He threw a flying punch across the man’s face but it wasn’t the only one, he repeatedly kept punching that made you cover your mouth and just stood frozen there. Multiple men came behind Rhys and tried to pull him away from the bloody man, when Rhys saw how torn the man was, a twisted satisfaction filled him but rage still buzzed him like an annoying bug as if beating him wasn’t enough.

Unbothered, Rhys breaks free from their grip and walks to the table to pull multiple tissues and wipe his bloody hands with. All the employees check if the beaten man is okay, too scared to face the powerful man themselves. While Rhys on the other hand, nonchalantly wipes his hands and fixes his tie.

He strolled towards you and firmly grabbed your arm, you allowed him to drag you out of the room.

—

“Are you okay?” He asked as he closed his office door and turned to you. 

You were standing near the wall of his office after he dragged you out of that boardroom without a word, but you felt your fear start to go away. “I’m okay, I just felt a little scared. But Rhys, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Beat the man up!”

“Y/n, if you weren’t there,” He came closer to you. “I would beat that man bloody to death for the way he was looking and talking about you.”

“Rhys…” You slowly backed away, feeling your back hit the wall. But he just moved even more closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. He looked at you in the eyes as he spoke.

“You thought I didn't notice? Oh, I saw every single look that he gave you. Every. Single. One. And trust me, he won't be doing it again, nor anybody else.”

You didn’t know what to say but all you could feel right now is his warmth against you, hitting your body in every way possible. You could practically feel his breath hitting your face at how close his face was. He deeply stared at you and you tried to look anywhere except his eyes, tensing up at how he was staring at you.

His eyes held all types of emotions you couldn’t catch. But the emotions went away as he quickly snapped back into reality.

“Oh god…” He backed away from you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized and shook his head, lowering his head.

“I’ll just go…” You mumbled.

You walked to the door, opening it. But before you leave, you turn to him.

“Rhys.” You said.

His head was still lowered on the floor but turned his head towards you. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Thank you.” You blissfully smiled and walked out.

—

“What? No way chica.” Georgina laughed from the bench after you explained to her about the meeting incident with the client.

You and Georgina were sitting on the bench at night, waiting for the bus since surprisingly, there’s no cabs this time. It was unusual since this is a bustling city. 

“I mean, seriously though, how did Rhys came to you and offered you The Secretary Position. I mean you are… you. You’re too sweet for this company, you need something nice and simple, not this.”

“What... I mean, I don’t know…”

“I think Mr. Moneybags likes you.”

“What? No–”

Georgina grabbed both of your hands with hers. “Yes he does. I bet he has a big dick.”

“Oh my god, stop. you’re grossing me out.” You tried to get out of her grip but she just pulled your hands closer.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never fantasized about the Big Time CEO with his big co-” 

“Ladies!” A voice heard behind you both spoke that caused you and Georgina to startle.

Turning around, you saw Rhys with the same expression as usual walking towards you.

“The dickhead is here.” Georgina whispered to you but then she first replied, “Hey, Mr. Waldorf. Y/n and I are just waiting for the bus.”

You shyly waved at Rhys and he gave you a soft glance in return and uttered, “It’s late.”

“Yeah, well… kind of unusual for there to not be any cabs.” Georgina said.

“Nonsense.”

The moment he said that, you heard the bus come around the street, making the three of you turn your attention to the bus.

“Oh and look at that, the bus is finally here. Let’s go Y/n.” She stood up, making you stand up as well. 

“Actually wait.” Rhys stopped the two of you.

“I will be taking Y/n home by myself, but enjoy your night Miss Clark.” He spoke, his tone was more of an insistence than a suggestion.

“What?” Is all Georgina could say, in confusion.

“Oh, ummm.” You looked over to her but brought your eyes back to Rhys, 

“Okay, sure I guess.”

Without wasting any time, Rhys firmly grabbed your wrist and led you to an expensive-looking car. You looked over to Georgina and saw her looking at you with a shocked face. She quietly mouthed, ‘What the fuck?’

You just shrugged in confusion but then you heard the back door of his car open. You nervously get in the backseat as he watches you, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow you behind and sit beside you.

“Where to, Mr. Waldorf?” The man sitting on the driver’s seat asked.

“Home.”

—

Sitting on the backseat, the whole time you kept your eyes on the car windows, looking at the mesmerizing skyscrapers and avoiding the fact that your boss is sitting next to you. The car ride is full of silence, not a single word uttered. 

But Rhys’ quick glances he gives you the entire car ride made you completely self-aware, causing you to fidget with your fingers and keep your gaze on the window, pretending to not notice his glances to you. Those glances were the loudest silences.

Another glance.

You suddenly hear him say, “Y/n?”

You turned your head to him and gave him a smile as a response.

He bends closer to the passenger seat and picks up a bottle of champagne from a bucket that’s filled with ice cubes and 2 glasses that’s fit for champagne.

“Champagne?”

You give him a confused look. “What are we celebrating?” You asked. “Aren’t champagne usually for celebrating? Your question ran a mile.

“Well, luckily, I have got some new clients who came in today. So I decided we should celebrate, just you and me.” He gave you one of those rare smiles he doesn’t often show.

That’s impossible. You don’t recall any clients coming in after the incident that recently happened today. And how would they make a deal that quickly in just one day without any meetings…?

“But Rhys… we never arranged any type of meeting with anybody and you never told me that new clients already came in?”

“Yes, that’s true. I did everything by myself, very quickly.”

What?

“And you made a deal with them?”

“Of course, why would I be celebrating then?”

You found yourself at a loss for words, growing more confused by the second. However, your attention was captured as he effortlessly popped the champagne bottle like a soda, skillfully pouring the sparkling liquid into the waiting champagne glass. The room filled with the delightful sound of fizz.

He pointed his finger at your window, “Oh Y/n, look at those cute little birds.”

You shifted your attention to the window as soon as he spoke, but there were no birds in sight. When you turned back, you caught Rhys discreetly slipping something into his pocket, followed by a friendly smile as he handed you the glass.

Your confusion escalated, looking down, you saw a pinch of shade white in your champagne sinking down but completely forgot about it when Rhys raised his glass.

“To Waldorf Enterprises.” 

“To Waldorf Enterprises,” You repeated after him, raising the glass in a toast and clinking it against his solitary glass.

“Mr. Waldorf,” The man driving blissfully said.

“Yes, Vanya?”

The driver who appeared to be named ‘Vanya’ spoke, “Would you like to hear a joke? I think Miss Y/n would like this one, just like how you like it.”

Rhys fell silent, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “No Vanya, thank you.” Rhys playfully replied. “I don’t want to hear your joke for the hundredth time already, and Miss Y/n would not like to hear it either.”

“I wanna hear the joke.” You curiously said. Rhys didn’t say anything further and let Vanya say his thing.

“Okay so, why don't skeletons fight each other?”

“Why?”

“They don't have the guts!”

Vanya bursts out laughing from his seat. An awkward smile formed in your face, you slowly looked at Rhys. He was looking down on his lap, wanting to just disappear. You laughed along with Vanya but started to feel suddenly dizzy. “Great joke, Vanya.” You said, your voice getting lower as your head started to hurt.

“See, Mr. Waldorf? She loves it, I know she does.” Vanya humbly said.

Rhys turned to your side, he noticed your eyes growing increasingly blurry. He watched intently as you began to move uncontrollably and let out pained groans. In a swift and skillful motion, he managed to catch the champagne glass just as it slipped from your grasp, its strong taste lingering in the air.

As you let out small pained groans, everything seemed to be blurry all of the sudden. You noticed Rhys didn’t have a concern or any other type of emotion on his face but rather stayed still and eyed you carefully, his eyes getting darker but in a strangely satisfying manner.

“Rhys…” You mumbled, grasping onto the door handle for support.

“Shhh, why don’t you just rest?” You allowed him to slowly lean your head on his shoulder. Your body couldn’t react to anything, letting out another groan against his shoulder.

Rhys brought his coat closer to your body, providing some warmth, but the heat from his proximity was already overwhelming you since you got in the car. "Rhys, what's happening?" You asked, your voice filled with weariness. Slowly, your eyes gently closed as you rested your head upon his shoulder.

And the last thing you heard.

“Sleep well.”

—

You slowly opened your eyes, they were met with a grand and mysterious-looking room, it’s darkness holding an allure. You look around and the first thing that hits you is the pain on your brain, causing you to groan. 

You tried to move yourself, only for your back to hit a soft headboard. Finally gaining your consciousness, you noticed that your hands were tied up on the corners of the headboard. You instantly tried to break through but it was too tight on your wrists.

As you were confused about everything, you saw a man standing in front of a wall, facing a fine large artwork. His gaze was completely on the artwork, not moving an inch. You confusingly looked at him but recognized him from his broad shoulders, it was your first time seeing him without his jacket suit.

“Rhys?”

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe... a controversial masterpiece that challenges societal norms and provokes thought. Painted by Édouard Manet in 1863.” He turned to your direction and started to walk slowly towards you.

“It depicts,” He turned aside to look at the artwork, a whiskey held in his hand. “A scene of a nude woman in the company of fully clothed men, enjoying a picnic in a forest.”

He continued his walk to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, until it hit you. The car ride, the joke, the champagne. No way that he… drugged you…

“Rhys, what did-”

“This unconventional composition and the juxtaposition of the nude figure with the clothed individuals caused a scandal when it was first exhibited.” He stood in front of you, his eyes held the same emotions you saw before in his office after the ‘incident’ while speaking in the most passionate tone you’ve ever known to man, you assumed he was talking about the artwork.

You noticed that he held such a calm expression, unbothered by everything around him, and the fact that he didn’t just drug you in his car.

“Manet's bold brushstrokes and vibrant colors bring the scene to life, inviting us to question our preconceived notions of decency and propriety.” He glanced at the artwork for the last time.You just sat there, looking at him in fear while trying slowly to get out of the ribbons.

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe,” He looked back at you, a twinge of annoyance strikes him when he sees you trying to pull yourself but failing each time but he remains calm.

“Challenges the viewer to confront their own biases and explore the complex relationship between art, society, and perception. It remains a thought-provoking work that continues to captivate and inspire discussions about art and its role in shaping our understanding of the world.”

And all of that ‘rambling’ coming out of his mouth, you didn’t understand a single word he said. But rather focused on freeing yourself from the tangled ribbons.

“What are you saying- and get these off-” You exclaimed, pulling the ribbons harder with your wrists.

You whimpered in frustration, feeling utterly defeated as the tight grip of the ribbons refused to relent. Each attempt to escape proves futile, leaving you with no choice but to release heavy breaths of resignation, acknowledging the overwhelming power of the entangled ribbons.

“Are you done?”

You could only manage to nod your head, looking down to save some of your pride while your mind swirling with a multitude of unanswered questions. Did he drug you? Your boss? And tied you in whatever this is? Is this his bedroom? So many questions ran through your mind, it felt like you had stumbled into a twisted maze of uncertainty, his maze.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, Y/n.” He nonchalantly placed the glass of whiskey on the nightstand.

‘No you don’t..’ Is what you wanted to say.

“But I want you to know, you have nothing to worry about, as long as you don't attempt anything foolish or reckless. Your safety is important to me, so let's keep things smart and sensible.”

You took a heavy breath, steadying yourself to find anything around the room to escape.

“Today at the board meeting, witnessing that man’s behavior towards you,” He looked away from you, a flicker of anger crossed his face as images of the man flashed through his mind, another suffocating frustration slowly building up. “I’ll make sure that will never happen again.”

He sat on the bed with you, his back facing you but he turned around to you, leaning in closer to you, his breath almost hitting your face. “So I decided you should stay here, I mean, I was planning later on but it seems like this can’t wait.”

“What- What do you… mean?” You asked nervously, your body tensing up, eyes widening with fear rather than confusion as you hear those chilling words escape his lips. Once again, to pull the ribbons with your wrists. In return, letting out another whimper. 

“I’m sorry that I’ll have to keep you here. But you’re too pure and innocent. I’m scared that this world will break you. I’m only protecting you.”

“But-”

“Shhh,” He whispered, softly placing his finger on your chapped lips. “I don’t want to hear another word. I’m doing this for your own sake. Now you don’t have to work, I’ll take care of everything for you.” He said, his voice was low and commanding.

He bent closer to your face, his face inching towards yours. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere else besides his eyes. He knew your predicament of bashfulness but he ignored it, rather using it to mark his words properly for you. “I know that you won’t escape, I know that you won’t disappoint me, afterall, you’re my…”

He paused, “My…” his voice catching in his throat, as if the weight of his unspoken words held him captive. For a brief moment, he looked down, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to continue. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he lifted his gaze to meet yours once more.

“If you’re angry, you can let it out on me, you know that right?”

You didn’t say anything and kept avoiding his eyes that stared into yours, you found his toned chest the only thing you can keep your eyes on.

You knew he was lying. The champagnes, it was all of a set up and an act of performance of him to drug you and keep you here. No client makes a deal in one day. 

“Scream, shout, cry, spit, anything you want. But you have to know one thing, I can’t let you out, you must stay with me.” He tilted his head down to reach your eyes that were looking at his chest, you finally locked eyes with him. “Would you do that for me?” He asked, eagerly waiting for your response.

You simply nodded.

He knitted his eyebrows together and sighed. “Why are you so scared of me? You should know that I would never hurt you, and that I would rather die than to lay a finger or harm a single hair on you.”

When he moved away a bit, you saw the door. It was far but it’s the only way you can escape from this madman. He slowly untied the ribbon as he spoke, “I want you to promise me that you won’t escape.”

“I promise.”

He resisted the urge to let a smug smirk form on his face, his voice filled with a confident tone as he untied the other ribbon. “You know Y/n, a promise is a whispered oath, a fragile thread that weaves trust, a bond forged in the heart's crucible, a commitment that echoes through the ages.”

And again, you didn't understand a word he said. Your focus solely on the relief of being able to rest your arms. As he tossed the ribbons onto the master bed, he made his way towards a large wardrobe. You stood up, your eyes fixated on the door.

This is your chance. He’s busy with whatever he’s searching in the wardrobe, all you need to do is just run to the door and escape. But of course, no powerful and smart man like Rhys was dumb. He wouldn’t just keep the door unlocked, that still didn’t stop you from wanting to try.

You realized you wasted your time on thinking when Rhys came back to you, clothes held in his hand.

“Here.” He handed you a garment that resembled women's clothing. You looked at him with concern in your eyes, but he reassured you with a slight smile, “Trust me, it’s not what you think, not in the slightest.”

He walked backwards and turned around, giving you space for you to change. You gazed at the door as you unbuttoned your silky blouse, thoughts running in your head.

Okay, this is really your chance, you just need to be real sneaky.

‘Walk real slow, open the door, run and never look back.’

You slowly and surely walk sideways, trying not to make any creaks on the dark wooden floor. Rhys’ back was still facing you, so you kept on going.

You made subtle movements with the clothes to avoid arousing suspicion. you found yourself close to the door. Deciding to take a risk, you broke step number one and made a daring run for it, pushing the door open with all your might and...

A whole new level of fear rang through your body when the door refused to open, realizing how bad you messed up.

 You slowly turned your head to Rhys, you saw him turned aside to you. A calm but disappointed expression you could see right through him. You gulped and reluctantly removed your hands from the door handle.

“Rhys I…” 

He turned fully to you and walked toward you, a soft smile forming on his face. “Promises are the sweetest lies, aren’t they?”

Your back hits the wooden door. “Rhys, I- I can explain!”

He scoffed in a wide smile and extended his arm, silently inviting you to lean into his embrace. You silently complied, allowing his arm to gently drape over your shoulder.

He begins to guide you to the bed, his grip on your side shoulder firm yet strangely gentle. You thought he was going to get extremely angry and shout but no, he bent down his head to reach yours. His touch gentle as he traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.

You became rigid at his unexpected touch. It seemed like the affection moves he always pulls on you became his signature. He sat you next to him on the bed. Suddenly, he smiled once more and pulled you to a hug that fastly trailed your body with his warmth.

“I would never hurt you…” He whispered, pulling you even more tight.

You felt Rhys lean over and heard a sound of a drawer being opened, “But I have to do this.”

“What are you-” You immediately let out a silent scream on his shoulder when you felt a sharp pain on your neck.

Looking over, you saw a needle injection going right through your neck. You begin to struggle in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But that seems to only grip you even more closer and tighter.

You screamed once again, tears started forming in your eyes. You tried to push him away only for him to lean you down on the bed. “Y/n, Y/n, listen to me, listen-” He exclaimed, getting strands of hair away from your face as you screamed and sobbed louder because of the strong pain and grip he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“Let go of me-” You cried out. 

You effortlessly hit Rhy’s shoulders with your hands to give him pain as well but he remained unfazed, neither him nor his body reacting to the forceful blows you delivered on his shoulder. As if he was made out of stone, hard and cold stone.

“My dear Y/n, listen to me. It’s okay, it’s okay. The injection would only make you fall asleep, I promise you.”

“Let go..” Your cries escalated, making your head hit the pillow hard.

Rhys heavily sighed as if he was a mother whose baby couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night. He removed the needle from your neck after swiftly injecting it and placed it on the nightstand. Gently, he laid beside you and pulled you closer to his chest. 

He held you tightly the more you struggled, his embrace providing a sense of security amidst your struggles. He softly shushed you and kissed your head to calm you down. He was not annoyed, but rather felt a sense of weariness in dealing with your outburst. Yet, deep down, he had to see this coming but still reminded himself that this was for your own good. It’s true, this was for your own good.

But when he loosened his tight grip when you stopped kicking, thinking you finally stopped. You managed to give him a push and roll over the bed, making you fall down on the floor. You mewled but quickly stood up and ran, only for you to fall down again on your stomach because of the effects of the injection that’s quickly hitting in.

“Y/n!” He got off of the bed, rushing towards you. He turned you over on your back by your waist with his hand. “Please Y/n, I’m not meaning to hurt you. I’m doing what’s best for you.” With each word, his voice was filled with tenderness. 

“Get away from me!” You silently screamed. You kicked him, over and over again. But it was useless, he was too strong to even respond to your baby kicks against his overpowering strength. He grabbed your leg to prevent kicking any further and slid you closer to him with your leg. Despite your struggles, Rhy’s voice softened.

“Please, just let me explain," He pleaded, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know it's hard to trust right now, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe and secure.”

You let your head hit the floor and cover your face with your hands as tears streamed down your face. 

“Y/n…” He tried to remove your hands but you only pulled away in response. 

After wasting all of your energy and breaths on struggling, the injection begins to hit further. You feel your mind getting dizzy, as well as your eyes. A drowsy sensation washed over you. You remove your hands from your wet teary face and grip tightly on Rhy’s dress shirt for support. You almost drifted on his chest but managed to keep your eyes open for a moment.

Rhys felt relaxation hit his body when you stopped struggling. But on the other hand, your sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange heaviness that settled in your limbs. Your eyelids grew increasingly heavier than before, along with your thoughts becoming hazy, and the world around you faded into a blur. Rhys touched your hand that’s been gripping his dress shirt, feeling your skin.

Before you drifted off, unaware of what awaited you upon awakening. You heard him say…

“You’re safe with me, and only me.”

---

Baby, if you keep those tantrums up to Rhys, he would literally snap. Be careful.

He's so goofy, silly lil man.

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[renren-006]

Promises | Ethan Hunt x Reader

summery:  international spy romance. “Promis me”

warning: violence, fluff, action

word count: 1337

a/n: so i saw the new Mission impossible movie and it made me realize that i need to post about Ethan Hunt! I have loved those movies since i was a kid and have been obsessed with them! so let me know if anyone wants any more Ethan Hunt stories!!! 

You were an IMF agent, just like Ethan Hunt. You were a few years behind him experience wise, but you were the best there was at hand to hand combat. You already knew martial arts before you went into the academy and were leagues ahead of some of your other classmates who soon dropped out and were back on the run. Most of the IMF agents you knew were there for crimes their countries would let go of if they accepted, so here you were with a few small misdemeanors training to be a ghost and save the world if it needed it. 

The first time you worked with Ethan it was in another country, trying to find an arms dealer who was trying to enact a war in Europe. You were scheduled to arrive behind the other team already there so when you showed up and met Ethan, Luthor and another guy, you knew tensions would be high. Ethan was your leader, and soon you knew you would follow him into anything if he asked you too. The arms dealer ended up in MI6 hands after the case was finished and his wrong doings and weapons were sent off to be evaluated and locked up. 

You followed Luthor onto a few other cases after that, still a low ranking IMF agent that they couldn't put you out in the field with anything big just yet. Soon, the worried of climbing the ranks would come with knowing that you were involved in a relationship with another high ranking and known rouge operative. 

*Few Years later*

“Ethan” you said breathlessly as you were pushed up against a wall of a broom closet at the headquarters of IMF. You were off duty but in house because you were following small leads for a bigger case. Ethan was there for a debriefing and the two of you bumped into one another. This relationship between the two of you started a few years back after a case with the two of you. A small injury on you left Ethan with worries and soon a heated make out as the two of you expressed the building tension between you. While you were younger than Ethan, the two of you didn't care. Both of you also didn't care about the rules about having relationships with other agents. 

“Y/N” Ethan responded as he kissed your neck. “What's the problem hun?” 

“I am not doing this in a broom closet Ethan, and on IMF floors” you stated trying to get the man of you. He looked disappointed. “Ethan” you said with power, hoping he would listen and not make your already horny mind, let you be defiled on IMF floors. 

“Fine, no I understand, later then?” he asked, moving on to hope for another chance to see you. 

“Yes, later” you told him after buttoning up your shirt and kissing him on the cheek and leaving him in that closet alone to get back to the work you know you have to do. 

Soon later would be you Ethan, Luthor and another female agent on the road to deal with another problem the government needed you to handle. There was a kidnapping of a known daughter of one of the world's biggest, and your job was to save her, kill the people and erase their hard drives. So as you made your way to a shutdown mill in Nevada, you had a feeling something bad was going to happen. Ethan was busy working on a plan with Luthor and the other girl was reading over some information on the layout of the mill. You decided to step out of the little house you were stationed up in to get some air. You were older now, more experienced and a higher rank, and still you felt like a small kid when these sort of cases come up. You get scared and you shut down. Ethan followed you out of the house.

“Y/N what's wrong?” He asked you for a hand on your arm. 

“Im…scared something bad is going to happen in that mill”

“To the girl?” He asked, wondering that same question himself. Of course you were worried about the girl they had but for right now, you were more worried about the man next to you. He had a thing for running into danger and you wanted to keep him out of that when the plan was initiated. 

“No, to one of us” You said, turning finally to look at him. “Ethan I've known you for years, I've worked with you. Every-time i'm scared something is going to happen to you and I won't be there to save you”

“It's not your job to save me,” Ethan said, putting both hands on my arms, keeping me there to look at him.

“No, but it is my job to make sure everyone gets out alive.” You told him, “whether it is written or not I have a job to get in and out, no one is dead or dying and I can't help but feel like that will happen. I can't lose you”

“I can't lose you either” Ethan told you, pulling you in for a hug and hoping you would understand that he had very strong feelings for you. 

“Promise me you'll leave then. Promise me if i tell you to go, you'll go” You were desperate to keep him alive one mission longer.

“Yes, I promise” he said and you nodded your head, brushed him off and went back in the house to get ready for the mission. 

The mission started out smoothly. Only having a few bumps getting in and finding the girl, but with Luthor in your ear guiding you and the others you knew you would get there. The other girl, Smith, was detouring to there coms and other information rooms and blowing up their software, while you and Ethan went for the girl. When you find her, you make quick work of the men in the room but not fast enough that one pulls the alarm. You knew you only had minutes and the state the daughter was in you knew one of you would stay to get the others off you, and it had to be you. 

“Go” you yelled as you made it down the hallway. The men were gaining down the hallway, bullets going everywhere. You stopped by the door turning back around two guns in your hand. “Go, and you better be alive when I see you again,” you yelled. Ethan stopped. 

“No, I am not leaving you” Ethan shouted. 

“And you promised. Go” you told him turning back, seeing the daughter trying to stay alive, “get her help”

“I love you” Ethan said to you, as you both ducked from bullets.

“I love you, that's why I need you to go” and before he left a swift kiss to your lips gives you the strength to protect him and the girl out of the building. Of course you didn't leave with them, having to take them all down and leaving you with two hand battens and a couple of bigger guys.

You walked out of the building, a limp in one leg, a stab wound in your side and a few bruises. You didn't know if you wanted to throw up or pass out. Before you could a figure came at you picking you up and placing you in the truck that appeared beside you. Before you could register who it was you were out. 

The hospital bed was not as comfortable as you would have hopped, or maybe it was just the all body pain you were in. Ethan sat up to your right. 

“Told you I’d stay alive” he said, “What I should have done was make you promise not to sacrifice yourself for me”

“Good thing I didn't,” you said looking at him. “I'll do it again if I have to” “I know you will,” Ethan said kissing your hand.

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[joels-darlin]

The Hardest Part

Pairings: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, brief mention of alcohol - I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed any!

Summary: Preparations ahead of Pedro leaving to go filming in Europe for a month. (Wow I really suck at summaries)

Word count: 944

Author Note: Just a small Pedro drabble that I knocked up earlier today. Was debating not posting this but I feel it needs to be put out there. Pls any feedback is really appreciated, hope you all enjoy <3

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“So...you’ve got enough socks and underwear in there for the month...I threw in some extra just incase ...” you chuckled to yourself rearranging the piles inside the suitcase “...and all your gym stuff is in there as well along with some swim gear” Got to be prepared for every scenario I guess. Looking up across the room you laid eyes on Pedro who stood staring out of the bedroom window, hands in his pockets obviously not hearing a word you had said. 

He was going to Europe for a month filming for an exciting new project. His career was absolutely skyrocketing right now and you were so proud of him, beaming when he told you he got the job 6 months ago.The fact was though It never got any easier. The thought of him leaving broke you with no idea how you were going to cope. The past few days you had spent enjoying each other's company, making sure to keep a smile on your face for his sake. All the tears saved for when you were alone in a bubble bath with a bottle of wine. For him It had always been the hardest part of the job. As thrilled as he was that you were along on this career journey with him there was always the nagging guilt inside, did you deserve a partner who can be around more often instead of him. You never once complained, always taking it in your stride and he was thankful for that.

Making the short walk across the room softly placing a hand on his arm, capturing his attention with a soft “Hey…” forcing him to look up “Im sorry…” he said in a soft tone, those brown eyes locking with yours tears brimming in his lash line “I just…I’m going to miss you so much mi amor” sadness evident in his tone. “Baby” you cooed wrapping your arm around his back and pulling him into an embrace “...I’ll miss you too so much but it’s an exciting opportunity and you need to focus” lifting your hand to his cheek to caress it with your thumb, he knew you were right as always “...enjoy every moment you will be back before you know it” you flashed him a smile, he smiled back only slightly.

“Come here” he said softly, taking your hands and leading you towards the bed. You both lay down - your head on his chest, legs entangled. Grabbing his hand you intertwined your fingers and placed a soft kiss on the back. “See...who am I gonna cuddle when I feel crap since you won’t be there” he said. “Oh I’m sure your co-workers won’t mind” you looked up to him grinning, he chuckled. You watched intently as his eyes landed on your lips, he lent forward connecting them kissing you passionately, enjoying basking in your presence just for a moment. “I love you querida” he whispered, his mind drifting for a brief second to the black box already sitting in the drawer next to your bed - making a note to start plans when he was back from Europe. 

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked his eyes searching yours for a response. “I’ll be fine, don't you worry about me…no doubt work will keep me busy” you replied smiling at him. The words sounded convincing though deep down you could feel the sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. Moving out of his arms to roll off the bed “Come on let’s finish this packing” you said, he obliged getting up from the warm bed and sitting next to the suitcase.

The car pulled up out front grabbing both yours and Pedro’s attention, It was that time. “Okay...so you have everything? erm…suitcase? iPad?” Nervously rattling a few things off the list in your head. He nodded in response, placing all his bags down near the front door. Pedro turned round reaching out towards you for a goodbye hug throwing your body into his warm frame, the tears threatening to fall any minute. You had to be strong. “Have fun...no injuries please and FaceTime, text or call whenever you can...” you said holding him tightly “...oh and-“ you were cut off by his lips smashing against yours kissing you passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. He moved back leaning his forehead against yours “I love you...so much” he whispered against your lips before placing a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “As I love you P” you replied sighing heavily “...now go on the car is here” you chuckled untangling your bodies. Picking up his bags he walked out to the car, you stood in the doorway just watching, giving you a quick wave and smile before getting in. Watching as he disappeared down the road and suddenly was gone.

Closing the door behind you leant against it, breathing heavily. Unsure as to why you were finding it so hard this time, Pedro was often away multiple times throughout the year due to so many amazing projects. The phone buzzing in your pocket caught your attention, you took one look at the screen and broke down. 

P❤️ iMessage

You swiped the screen opening the conversation.

Missing you already cariño xx you smiled through your tears typing a reply.

Miss you too P, Please let me know as soon as you have landed xx

Locking the phone you placed it back in your pocket. Drying your eyes off with your sleeves you head into the kitchen to distract yourself. Boy this was going to be a long month.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro x reader

[intriq]

I love being silly in ur asks!!!!

How do you think the Batfam would react to you being unexpectedly good at one of their "niche" (that isn't the right word I'm sorry) skills? Like gun skills(Jay) or flexibility (Dick)- 🌻

(You also don't have to do this pookie Intri I just love asking questions)

cackling, giggling even. im going to do this. ive been stewing over this since you sent it to me.

Tim - photography

He's probably a little surprised, no doubt. He's got a knack for photography, he's pretty good at it. I wouldn't be surprised if he has some sort of side job where people commission him for photos. He finds it to be a pleasant surprise when you give him a photo you took yourself as a little gift. It doesn't really matter if it's a picture of him or not, he'll still probably find a safe place to keep it so he can always look at it. He makes it a regular thing to trade photos with you after too.

Barbara - computers

Barbara doesn't exactly learn that your good at computers in person or directly. She hears it from the others after one night she wasn't available to provide information as Oracle and you instead did your thing just as smoothly, like it wasn't even an issue to navigate the Batcomputer in her place. She'll probably invite you to hangout with her after, trading tricks that'll no doubt sharpen not only her knowledge, but yours too.

Dick - flexibility

Hands down, Dick is shocked. He doesn't even know until one day you just so happen to showcase it while taking some thug down while on patrol with him, and he's obsessed there after. He probably constantly tries to see if there's anything he can do you can't, and he's probably always wrong in the end. Bonus points if there's something you can do that he can't, so he will pester you to teach him. Your definitely his new favorite person to patrol with after.

Jason - gun skills

He doesn't really let it show but he would be surprised. Amazed may be a bit of an overstatement, but it really depends on the type of person you are. If you don't look the type-- in his eyes-- to wield a gun, then yeah he's an amazed kind of surprised. Otherwise he's kind of neutral about it. He'd probably be interested in seeing if you can show him up in some gun tricks, though.

Bruce - strategy

He doesn't even notice it at first. He's far too busy planning something out when you offer your input that is incredibly thought out, and he runs with it. He adds it to his plan and it moves swimmingly, far better than expected. It doesn't click with him that you're a good strategist until after the mission he was planning for was all said and done.

Duke & Steph - puzzles & riddles [steph specifically]

Steph probably doesn't have much of a reaction. She's probably entirely neutral about it, a little uncaring. She'd still talk with you about it, though. Duke, though, is probably the total opposite. All hyped up and energized about it, happy that he's got something to talk with you about. Not to mention it's probably a topic you and him would enjoy discussing. He's just a hyperactive happy kid, I feel.

Cass - stealth

I feel like Cass would be surprised your good at stealth in its own aspect. No matter how she learns it, it'll probably lead to her staring at you and wondering "how the fuck did you do that" over and over.

#dc universe #jason todd #cassandra cain #cass #bruce wayne #duke thomas #steph brown #tim drake #dick grayson #richard grayson #barbara gordon #babs gordon #batfamily #jason todd headcanon #cassandra cain headcanon #bruce wayne headcanon #dick grayson headcanons #stephanie brown headcanon #tim drake headcanon #duke thomas headcanon #barbara gordon headcanon #may be non canon compliant

[old-poptart]

hi!! KIND OF TERU X READER REQUEST ?? Basically the reader (who is homeschooled / not at kamome) just moved pretty near Teru’s house and she tends to stay up really late at light to play the piano, listen to music, read, watch animes etc

And Teru starts noticing it!! At time goes by he starts to slow down a bit when he see her room lights are still on, to hear her play the piano or just rumble about the game she’s playing or something like that!! Then one night he actually sees her looking outside her window and they just kind of stare at each other ? AND FROM THEN NOW I DON’T KNOW, but I imagined the reader to be a real source of comfort for Teru!! They could meet up at night after his exorcism jobs and it would be like a break from his really busy life and yeaaah

a/n: OH MY GOSH??? THIS IS SO CUTE??? YEYSYEYSYYSSY I LOVE THISISBZB i wrote this as a lil oneshot if you don’t mind mueuehehheh ANYWAYSSSS ONTO THE ONESHOT!!!

warnings: cutie patootiez in love

Teru 🤺 with his new neighbor (fem!):

"she's worth it"

"i want this one!" you darted upstairs to be met with two rooms, picking the best one for yourself. whilst catching your breath, you checked out the empty room and started to picture what would go where.

"alright kiddo, which one did you pick out?" your parents walked up the stairs, wheezing a bit due to the tedious exercise. they looked around the room, making sure that it was ample enough for their child. "you sure you like this one, honey?" your mom peeped in your soon to be room, smiling.

"yep!! i already know where everything is gonna go.." you already planned out what goes where. the bed goes in that corner, your desk goes over there, ooh the tv would look great there!! you wanted to get a head start, so you went downstairs to get as many boxes as possible and start assembling your new little space.

"look, teru! we have new neighbors!"

a few days had gone by, you already had the basics of your room down. sure it wasn't all glamoured up yet, but you have a space to sleep and watch your shows, so all was good!

a vague knocking could be heard at the door, but your mind was too busy figuring out how to do this one assignment that always managed to get you stuck. your parents weren't home due to work, so it was up to you to get it. after a few more knocks, you finally snapped out of it and came rushing downstairs without bothering to spruce up your appearance a smidge, thinking it was just the food delivery service.

you opened the door to three beaming, young faces. there seemed to be three siblings, a little girl and two teenage boys. the younger teenager was holding a container of sweets he made all on his own. the elder teen held the little girl's hand and held a small gift bag in the other.

"welcome to the neighborhood!! we are so glad to have you here" they all said in sync as if they'd practiced that greeting for hours. "we are the minamotos, i'm teru, this is kou, and here's-"

"im tiara!!" the young girl interrupted, wanting to take things into her own hands despite literally being held back. you snickered at the cute interruption, taking a step back yourself. "sorry about her, she loves saying her name"

"thank you so much!! ah, im y/n l/n, pleasure to meet you all!" you smiled, charmed.

"how long have you been here? i don't see you at school" teru asked curiously, maybe you two had completely different schedules

"oh i'm actually homeschooled!!"

"is that so?" he placed a finger on his chin, leaning in closer to show his interest. kou started to sense the tension between the two of you. he decided to step in.

"u-uh as a welcome gift, we give you these sweets! we hope you are fond of them" kou handed the sweet treats over to you, his smile bright as ever.

"he baked them himself" teru mentioned. "oh it's nothing!" "oh don't be so modest, kou! his cooking is to die for, you should come over some time to try it" he used his hand to whisper this sacred information to you, the closeness between you two making your cheeks go a bit warm. he then realized how close you two were, backing up immediately.

"i can't thank you enough! they look marvelous, i'll definitely be snacking on them when i study hehe" you improvised the tension between you and the tall, charming teen.

from that moment on, you two have been noticing each other from each other's windows. whether it was you studying, teru finishing up extra student council work, or just simply admiring each other, your eyes always managed to wander off to hopefully catch a glance at his frosty blue ones.

day by day, he has noticed more things about you. due to complicated schedules with school and exorcist training, poor thing hasn't had the chance to properly get to know you. but that wouldn't be much of a problem soon.

anytime that he would be working on something in his room late at night, he would hear a charming melody. it was like no other, he could practically taste how sweet it was no matter how muffled it was. it always managed to put him at ease. he didn't know where it came from, shoot he thought that the melody popped up in his head out of the blue. but why? he's not one for composing music. he always saw your light on but never put two and two together, it just never came to mind.

weeks went by and eventually he got to meet the face of those angelic hands. he needed some fresh air, quite frankly he needed to stretch as well. being crouched over like a shrimp all night won't do you well as the school's prince!

to his surprise, a familiar face was also catching some fresh air from the cool breeze outside your cozy room. it was well needed after practicing that scale for hours, shoot your fingers started to cramp up! rubbing your sore fingers, you looked around the atmosphere. you actually never got the chance to properly look outside your window. it was always just a quick glance or trying to tell what the weather was like outside, then again you just gave up and checked on your phone.

two sets of eyes have officially locked, their blinking came to a short pause and was set aside. clearly holding the contact was far more important to these two souls. it all began there, a source of comfort and warmth blossomed between these two young soon-to-be lovers.

meet ups were being set up, snacks at sleepovers, studying, helping out, whatever put him at ease helped him. in reality you were the one who put him at ease. a break from being perfect all the time. just what he needed, and that little tune you play on the piano still roams around his head like a parasite. he loves you dearly, dear.

HOLY MOLY IM SO SORRY THIS CAME OUT LATE IM SPEEDRUSHING REQUESTS RN AGHSHHS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D

#tbhk x reader #teru minamoto #teru x reader #aghhhhh

[murdockbuckley]

i watched the 911 promo clip and here are my thoughts

captain hats - obviously one them becoming the interim captain

i know a lot of you on tumblr don't like the idea of it being buck but i think it could be him

hen will be settling in with the new child and that requires a lot from a person

chim is busy planning the wedding with maddie and literally every time a wedding has happened the person planning was not captain

it could be eddie but we've never really seen him want to be anything more than the role he has at the fire station currently

we saw how buck took charge in the bridge collapse and it's made him think his ready to actually be a captain but the cruise will make him realise he still hasn't properly dealt with his trauma and maybe he isn't actually ready for (or doesn't actually want) the captain's title

wedding ring - madney wedding

like i said chim is busy helping plan the wedding so maybe he won't actually be on call for the cruise

everyone he knows, all of his family, is working on it except him

it'll be a fun callback to season 2 after he got stabbed and called tommy(?, an old member of the 118 who transferred) in for extra help

this is how we get guest stars of previous characters (like lucy or tommy) that i mentioned in a previous post

the keys - buckley-diaz boys

this one is purely delusion okay

buddie having keys to each others houses is such a big thing to the fandom and if abc want to be great they definitely would've picked up on it

linking to the captains hat buck or eddie (or both) have panic attacks because of how much fucking trauma they have because of the water (the plane in s1, the tsunami, the well, the lightning strike - you could probably find something im every season) and they end up staying at eddie's together for awhile so they don't have to be alone

of course they both have their girlfriends (marisol and natalia) but they just don't understand this situation and the trauma they shared together and how bad it affected them

(alternatively the loft burns down and buck moves in with eddie, they share one set of keys)

also the anchor keychain?? buck and eddie are there for each other no matter what, they ground each other and have each others back

the watch - the time is right

i think the time on the watch is at 7:30 (obviously i could be wrong) and y'know what else had 7 and 3?? 3 minutes and 17 seconds

the number has been such a big part of tragic/traumatic storylines throughout the show i wouldn't be surprised if it was here now

timing is such a great them and goes perfectly with the already set up storylines for this season

madney wedding - there's no time like the present, lets gather everyone we love and have a wedding in a meaningful place (bathena backyard) and be happy together forever as soon as possible

baby wilson - they're finally ready to grow healthily, they've had a lot of things test their marriage (hen cheating, ivf, hen's kidnapping, karen losing her job, hen going to med school, karen almost dying in an explosion at her work) and now they can finally say they're at a place where they want to expand their family properly and permanently

buddie's girlfriends - the issue with their girlfriends had always been timing and when they meet, did marisol and natalia come at the right time? will they stay and be permanent for the boys? will they break up? will the break up still leave them as friends (i hope so)

bathena cruise - i don't need to say much. they thought they finally had time to relax and be themselves and be with each other. it seems the only way they're going to get that is retirement

some other fun stuff/thoughta:

you can see a helicopter light, could be lucy or tommy flying - we know they both can

the time duration on the call being 1:18 is great 10/10

the keys could also be about may? her being on college/uni, no longer being at dispatch, she wouldn't know what's going on other than through the updates on the news and anything she can get out of whoever is at the call/maddie (but then anyone at the cruise is highly unlikely to answer their calls/messages)

#911 abc #911 #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #chimney han #hen wilson #bobby nash #athena grant #may grant #ravi panikkar #firehouse 118 #station 118 #118 firefam #118 fam #118 #fire family #firefam #lou🪼rambles

[cybersoldier82]

Im sad so have some transvoremers pred headcanons of how Nautica, Megatron, Knockout and Flamewar cheering up their prey.(bare in mind im still new to transformers so if these are inaccurate im very sorry you can speak to my agent about financial compensation/j)

Nautica: She has cheering her prey up down to a science, she knows exactly what is needed and just how to get your spirits up before and after noms. She’ll make sure youre ok with physical touch at the moment and hug you for as long as you need, rubbing your back all the while telling you exactly what you need to hear, until she finally, and carefully, places you in her maw, letting you go down at your own pace. Once youre in her stomach shes gonna caress, knead and rub at you as long as needed, even letting you sleep in there if that’ll help, all in all when youre sad yourw her main priority until youre not anymore.

Megatron: He’s a tad bit more to thr point about it, but not in a rude way. Taking it rather seriously, the person he cares about is upset and he makes it his job to get to the root of the problem, regardless of what the problem is. Hes not used to being this soft but he still tries to comfort yah in his own way, he cares deep down yah know(dont tell starscream)? He also gently places you in his mouth and sends you down at your own pace, but once you are down he doesn’t have much time to comfort you while youre in there, hes a busy guy lol, so he lets you chill out in there while he goes off to tend to whatever needs tending to, once he finds time though he makes it all for you so dont worry too much.

Knockout: knockout is a different case to be frank with you, he still understands that this is a serious situation but come on, its knockout, hes gonna be a teasing bastard about it in some way or another. I feel like him having a more care free attitude might actually be helpful here, he still recognizes that youre upset but that doesnt mean hes not gonna fluster you into feeling better. Oh and once he gets to tucking you away its over for you, youre gonna be redder then the surface of mars when he’s through with you. Hes gonna knead and and rub and caress the hell out of you, to the point that you’ll be so caught up in being flustered that you’ve forgotten what you were sad about, all according to hus plan of course ;3.

Flamewar: Flamewar is in a similar boat to Knockout in being a very different animal about comfort, unlike him however she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, shes used to dicking with people and being the lovable dink she is. That’s not to say she wont try though, she’s determined to try literally anything to get you feeling better, even if she accidentally makes it worse here and there. She’s probably stressed out thinking that what she’s doing isn’t helping even though it probably is, once she does start to notice a change she moves to what she knows works; eating you, this is also the part where she can have some fun. Like Knockout she’s gonna tease and fluster the hell out of yah on the way in, on the way down, and for the whole time youre in there, once you’re finally better she lets out a huge sigh of relief, her winging it worked, thank primus, now she can enjoy her favorite person in her belly knowing she helped yah feel better, everyone wins.

#soft vore #safe vore #vore talk #v.ore #extreme cuddling #v0re #g/t vore #size difference vore #v/ore #transvoremers #fandom vore #pred!megatron #pred!nautica #pred!knockout #pred!flamewar

[ladytauria]

💖 and 🧠 from the ask game <33

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

my writing voice! i used to hate re-reading my own writing but now i can do so comfortably, even when i pick up on mistakes i missed or things i would change <3

i'm also fairly proud of my imagery, lol. that was something i worked hard to develop, and while i DO forget to like... describe things still when im writing, when i do remember/go back to add that in i feel more confident in my results lol

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

i have SO MANY of these

okay. i counted up the ones i have fleshed out outlines for, since there's more to talk about, and then i rolled a die <3

so! it's a jaytim fic inspired by the lyric, "why do you make me want to leave the world behind?" from the song stardust by new politics. the rest of the song doesn't actually fit, & i'll probs end up not using that line as the title, lol.

my outline for it is almost more of a not-fic than an outline, so... i'll just paste that in here, ig. pls excuse my brackets <3

why do you make me want to leave the world behind?

Jason couldn’t tell you what the final straw was. Maybe it was the last argument he got into with Bruce. Maybe it was hearing Joker’s laugh, again, echoing through the streets of Gotham. Maybe it was the gunshot he took to the shoulder, a few weeks ago. It— The point is, it could have been any number of things. Whatever the final straw, one thing is clear: he can’t do this any more.

And it’s not that he wants to abandon Crime Alley, or his people, it’s just—

He’s tired. He’s been tearing himself apart for the mission since he was twelve. He died, even—only to come back and keep doing it. And now… He’s just… done. He wants to live, and he can’t do that when the mission controls his life. He needs out.

Thing is…

He can’t leave Tim.

Tim is… somewhere along the way, Tim has become his rock. They’ve moved in together. When Jason suits up, Tim is at his side. When Tim needs stitches, it’s Jason holding the needle. When Jason comes home, knuckles bruised and lip split, it’s Tim there with the ice pack. And when they’re finished tending each other’s wounds, large and small, they fall into bed together—sore but together.

Jason doesn’t want to give that up.

He knows Tim won’t leave Gotham. Knows that Tim views Robin/Red Robin as the most important thing he’s ever done, the thing that gives him purpose, makes him feel real. He can’t ask him to leave it. He can’t.

But he’s not sure he can stay, either.

It’s a big, tangled mess, and Jason is no closer to figuring out what to do when Tim approaches him one evening. He sits down with him, holding his tablet, looking like he’s got something on his mind. He doesn’t bother with much preamble.

“My parents bought a place in [idk, some nice coastal or country area] a long time ago. A small vacation home, I think. It was one of those things we didn’t lose when Dad went bankrupt. I think… It looks like a nice place to retire, don’t you think so?”

Jason can hardly believe what he’s hearing, even as he agrees with feeling. He has to pinch himself once or twice, as they start making plans. They’re as methodical about it as they are everything else, hashing out all the details. It doesn’t feel real; not even when they inform the others, not when they start packing. Not even when they finally make the move, or unpack, or settle into the house.

It’s not until the second morning that it starts to sink in. This is real. It’s happening.

They grow roots. Befriend the neighbors. Tim gets back into photography, dragging Jason out with him on long walks to capture the scenery. He gets a job, too, working on cars, and talks Jason into pursuing a degree, the way he always wanted.

They gets visits and calls from the bats, and their friends—some more than others—and they usually even remember to leave business out of it. It’s… everything Jason wanted, honestly—though it’s not always easy. There are still nightmares, restless nights, and times when neither of them can watch or read the news without the urge be out there. Especially when there’s a crisis.

The worst of it, though, is the itching, nagging feeling in Jason’s chest. The thing that tells him it’s too easy. Too simple. Eventually something has to break—and each nightmare, each restless night makes Jason more and more certain it’s going to be Tim. One day, he’s going to wake up and decide that a quiet life with Jason isn’t what he wants after all.

He’ll leave.

Jason keeps his worries to himself. Just—tries to bottle up the good days, tucking them close under his heart, to keep him warm when he’s alone.

Before he knows it, though, a year passes. Tim still hasn’t left. Jason wakes up first, like he always does, and puts on the coffee before starting breakfast. Tim stumbles out of their bedroom just after Jason finishes the pancake batter. Even with a regular sleep schedule, he’s still not a morning person.

He goes for Jason first; winding his arms around his waist and sneaking a kiss before he pours his coffee. He slips out of the way, leaning against the wall to sip his coffee and watch Jason. And somewhere between the first batch of pancakes and the fourth, he glances over, and—he sees it.

Tim is smiling at him over the rim of his cup, still a little hazy from sleep. His eyes are no longer laden with bags. His skin is clear, a little tan. He’s got freckles, just a few, dotting his face. There’s a light, a glow to him that once Jason only saw in glimpses.

He’s happy.

Here.

With Jason.

It knocks the breath from him. He doesn’t know what his face is doing—only that Tim is at his side in an instant, coffee forgotten on the counter. Wrapped in Tim’s arms, Jason finds himself spilling everything, every thought and fear that’s plagued him for the last year. When he’s done, Tim smiles sadly, his hold turning into something like a cradle, despite their size difference.

“Robin was the most important thing in my life for a long time. First because watching you both, knowing what I knew… made me feel part of something bigger. Something amazing. And then because it gave me purpose. I was doing something that mattered, and so that made me feel like I mattered. And being good at it… It made me feel like I belonged, like I was wanted.” He strokes Jason’s cheek. “But… It always felt like it could be taken away. There were times when I thought it had been. And then… us. Jason, I don’t need Robin anymore. You make me feel like I matter—and I don’t… I don’t have to… to be perfect, or prove myself. I can just be here, with you, and that’s enough. I’m enough. And that… It means everything, Jay.”

Jason is tearing up. Supposedly, he’s the one who’s good with words—and Tim has pages of love poetry and sweet letters tucked away that can attest to that—but right now? He has none. All he can do is kiss him, and hope that everything he wants to say comes through.

The gratitude. The awe. The agreement. Tim does matter, and he doesn’t have to do anything to earn it, because Jason loves him. And fuck—the reason Jason stayed, the reason he couldn’t just leave on his own was because with Tim…

Tim has always taken him as he is. He doesn’t ask Jason to be anything more than he is, and because of that… Jason wants to be. He feels like the best version of himself when they’re together, and to hear that he gives Tim that same feeling—

It’s everything.

Tim’s coffee grows cold. Breakfast burns.

Neither of them care.

[ fic writer ask game ]

#its sappy and self-indulgent bc that's just where i'm at right now ig #thank you for asking! #waffleinator-inator #asks and answers #jaytim #tauriawritesfanfic #also this is another idea/fic/wip ive wanted to yell abt so ty for giving me the opportunity to share!

[grumpy-nyks]

Edit: GUYS!! THAK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I did NOT expect this!! I need to close it for now, since my week is going to be pretty busy (with all the comms and irl stuff). There's a chance I will open something similar in July (maybe in second week!!) if some of you would be still interested!! 💖 Again, THANK YOU ALL! 💖😭😭

G-guys? 👉👈 Emergency commissions? I'm gonna be honest here, I failed to find a job. I've been looking for quite some time, but to no luck. I really need some money rn (as we all, I know), but! some unexpected things happened in my life (for example I'll be moving out to a different country in two months! 💀). I have a plan for July, but I still have some dept that I need to pay till the end of June 💔 If you have a spare $5 and want to get a drawing of your character then please, think about it... 🙈

Rules: - payment via paypal! - headshots/busts only! - i draw ocs, fanarts - ...im new to this, just DM me, and we can talk what would you expect of me to do! I'm sure we can figure out something!

What I need from you: - reference of your character! Lot's of references! - a moodboard would be cool! or pinterest board if you have one! - send me a short description of your character's personality! - if you have one you can send me a song or a playlist!

#emergency commissions #commissions open #commission #commission art #original character

[chanzies]

Hey, since you said other group requests are okay, can you do a future spouse reading on enhypen's jay and jake? Thanks.

Remember to take this lightly! With the Jake one I actually got a visual of Jake with a male; this doesn’t necessarily mean anything but I just thought it was interesting

Jake

His fs is a very go with the flow type of person, they let go things easily and are very much living in the present. They have a lot of knowledge I feel like as a hobby them enjoy learning facts; so they can tell people as a ice breaker (me too…)

Despite, their carefree personality. I don’t actually think this personality is best for what they pursue? They have a quite demanding job and a lot of responsibilities. They need to be serious, (I have a feeling this could be a family business) anyways, his fs might not be really into it the business and probably wants to do something else. Jake really supports them on this and sees how they aren’t really into their current job. Jake offers them help job hunting.

They learn new skills together, hiking possibly? They enjoy planning trips with Jake in mind. If Jake wants to visit a place his s/o will prioritise that and make sure they can go. His fs wants to do most of the cool things in the present so as they get older they can settle. They plan on calming and settling down with Jake.

Jay

He met his fs in a time where he lost a bit of hope (in himself and humanity) possibly he was struggling to find a special someone? I think he was feeling alone when he met them. His fs REALLY FITS HIS EXPECTATIONS. I think he was losing hope in humanity because he couldn’t find anyone who was ‘for him’.

I feel like his fs treats him to small little but meaningful to him presents a lot. I feel like his fs treats him a bit like a puppy. When he does something that pleases them he gets rewards when he annoys them he gets kicked out of the bedroom and has to sleep on the couch 🌝

A lot of my cards relate to destiny and fate. Im starting to feel like possibly their name means one of these things. And just their relationship story in general. I think to others it might seem that Jay has high expectations (and he does) but to them it’s like ‘I’m the only one who he will ever love” yeah

Beginning of the relationship they moved a little too fast definitely. Like 2 months in and they were living with each other. But when they realised there was nothing else to do but get married and have some kids now they both knew that they should’ve slowed down. Now they felt unsettled and it took awhile for things to click back in place; I feel like Jay got his own place which the both of them agreed would be best until you know, they know each other more.

His fs is a career woman, they move often for work reasons. Jay comes along too. He likes travelling the world with his favourite person.

His fs has a lot of goals and Jay has mostly check boxed all his goals. So it’s really just Jay tagging along while his fs goes through their ambitions.

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